Panting, Peeing, and Assorted Doggie Mysteries
The dog peed in the livingroom last night. Twice. And left one sizable -- and fortunately chunky -- pile of poop.
Our dog is adopted. Our cat was adopted as well, but that was more of an open kidnapping, and we know his traumas: four rambunctions kids, the amorous attentions of his brother, being cast out of the house as the less-loved cat, etc.
Not so the dog. It will forever be a mystery why she fears enclosed tile spaces and loves five-spice powder, or why she loves to be rubbed on her ears or hindquarters but yelps in fear if you rest your hand on them, or why she hides and hyperventilates in the farthest, darkest, highest corner of the apartment when the wind blows too hard.
They have some similarities. They both view an open can of tuna as their god-given right. Neither likes to be the first to investigate a scary noise. Their favorite past-time is a walk around the apartment complex. They prefer to pee outside.
At least, they're supposed to. But last night, the dog's fear of the wind outweighed her peeing preferences, and so... well, you know.
The last time the dog had an indoor issue, there was no wind. And she'd just had a walk outside the building. There was no excuse for doing that in the Senator's office.
Ahem.
Umm... anyway, seen the most recent anti-Arnold ads? If I were them, I'd have him come out in a Terminator outfit and say, "Phil -- can't even pretend to save the world." Not that I'm advocating anyone do that. It just seemed like a natural comeback.
Our dog is adopted. Our cat was adopted as well, but that was more of an open kidnapping, and we know his traumas: four rambunctions kids, the amorous attentions of his brother, being cast out of the house as the less-loved cat, etc.
Not so the dog. It will forever be a mystery why she fears enclosed tile spaces and loves five-spice powder, or why she loves to be rubbed on her ears or hindquarters but yelps in fear if you rest your hand on them, or why she hides and hyperventilates in the farthest, darkest, highest corner of the apartment when the wind blows too hard.
They have some similarities. They both view an open can of tuna as their god-given right. Neither likes to be the first to investigate a scary noise. Their favorite past-time is a walk around the apartment complex. They prefer to pee outside.
At least, they're supposed to. But last night, the dog's fear of the wind outweighed her peeing preferences, and so... well, you know.
The last time the dog had an indoor issue, there was no wind. And she'd just had a walk outside the building. There was no excuse for doing that in the Senator's office.
Ahem.
Umm... anyway, seen the most recent anti-Arnold ads? If I were them, I'd have him come out in a Terminator outfit and say, "Phil -- can't even pretend to save the world." Not that I'm advocating anyone do that. It just seemed like a natural comeback.
posted by Sophia & Sienna's Mom at 9:40 AM
1 Comments:
There are always two sides to every story, as a college graduate I would think you would have known that. It's is obvious you are not a full circle person. But it does make me laugh.
Thanks!!!!
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