Thursday, June 19, 2008

Because You're a Dog, That's Why

The boys, well all except Roy, have been out of town for the last few days visiting relatives in Eastern Washington. This has left Katie and I with nothing better to do than eat Otter Pops and watch Jon and Kate Plus 8 episodes . . . okay, I lied, we are eating tomato soup too.

Unfortunately, we just aren't that into our dog at the moment. He kinda harshes our mellow when we're hanging out in our jammies what with all the running and the jumping, so I've let him be one with his natural instincts for the better portion of the day. In other words, he has been outside.

Now, before you call the animal cruelty people on me, know this: I love my dog.

But he is a dog. And unless it is raining, or lightening, or thundering, or The 4th of July, or nighttime, he is okay outside. He has a large yard to run around in and lots of toys. More importantly, there is only so much slobbery tennis ball I can take.

Apparently, he disagrees.

Apparently, 2 walks today and at least 30 minutes of ball throwing is not enough. Whew! This doggie stuff is tiring. Not only is my throwing arm sore, my brushing arm is too (nevermind that they are the same arm). I could knit an entire winter ensemble from all the hair that flies off this dog . . . if I knew how to knit.

Now he is starting to get sneaky to get my attention. He found out that I knew what he was up to when he'd try to "play" with the seat cushions that go with our patio set. Ha! Busted. He found out that it would only take one time of leaving Katie's bike on the patio before we got smart and brought it in the garage at night. Ha! No chewing on the bike peddles for you. Now he is up to more tricks . . . fooling me into thinking he is a raccoon, or something like that.

As soon as I heard the banging on the deck, I popped my head up from the gigantic Otter Pop I was slurping, and looked outside to see what Roy was up to. Lo and behold, there he was, dipping his paw into his water dish and swishing it around like he was cleaning it.

Sorry buddy, no amount of personal grooming is going to get you in the house before bedtime, I thought as I resumed my popsicle licking activity (walking dogs really makes me thirsty).

And he did it again. And again. And again.

And now I am beginning to think that maybe there is some money to be made with his new-found ability. And then I could afford to buy 20 acres of land complete with sheep to herd and a doggie mansion. I'd even go so far as to get him a playmate of his own, like a cute little golden retriever pup that he could lick to death. Maybe . . .

But he's still not coming in before bedtime.

Yeah, I know, it's a dog's life!


jen said...

babe, this line: He kinda harshes our mellow - practically made me squeal.

harshes our mellow. i am going to use that every day for the rest of my life.

The Mom said...

Not a dog lover, the knitted anything with dog hair just confirms that.


Anonymous said...

Bored. Bored. He is bored. Remember when Maggie ate Ryan's Big Wheel? And later, the ski wax? That made for some interesting yard clean up.

Good move, bringing in Katie's bike. Watch out!

Maybe he needs a pal. Should we send Uncle Sage over?


Christy said...

Oh my gosh, I can relate! I have 2 dogs...and believe me, if I had a fenced in yard, they'd be spending a lot more time outside!

your cousin said...

Your mom and I think alike... only I was going to suggest sending Roy on a field trip to visit Sage as his place. :-)

Kevin Charnas said...

Oh Carrie, I think that sweet pup needs a you guys have any retriever rescue organizations near you? Or ANY rescue organizations near you?

He needs a bud, my friend. And I know JUST the loving home to give him one. YOURS! :)

flutter said...

I totally want my next life to be as your dog

Jenn @ Juggling Life said...

We are all about the outside dogs also. Except at night when they're worn out and cuddly.

Valarie said...

That is the cutest picture ever of them!

He is a smart one that Roy!

My friend has a border collie named Blue, and any time I go over there I have to throw that slober covered ball a hundred times. He is a smart one also, he will not let you take the ball out of his mouth, he has to sit it down and roll it to you. :)

OHmommy said...

I would love nothing more than a fence. Our negihborhood does not allow it. ;(

Ann(ie) said...

I would be more than happy to donate my cat if you wish? She could use some licking to death. Or an enema. But, we could start with licking to death. ;)

OH and I love Jon and Kate plus 8!!!