Experiments in Life

it was thundering. I knew we were in trouble. She didn’t even come to get me out of bed, I had to get up all on my own. Shortly thereafter, the puppy attachment was in place.

Benadryl was adminstered via peanut butter. It went a lot easier than normal. Either she’s not fighting as much, or I’m getting better at this. We’ve had to drug her way too much if it’s getting easier to do.

In the background (Dante): PEANUT BUTTER!!!!!! I want some peanut butter, Mommy! Gimme peanut butter! Can’t she see me here? My tail is gonna fall off if she doesn’t give me some peanut butter soon. OOOh, look, the spoon covered in peanut butter goodness is coming my way. Oooohhhh, yummy. I love peanut butter!!!

This is my life Sometimes I don’t know whether to laugh or cry

With the weather so nasty yesterday, Rosie decided that she wanted to go to work with Ashley and I. Of course, we could not take the pups along. When we got back home, it was still raining so the dogs were cooped up in the house all day long. Today, I thought that it would be a good idea to take them out for a walk since it has been so nice out. Around 2:30pm, Ashley and I loaded up the dogs into her car and took them down to the greenway so that we could have a nice little walk someplace new, instead of just around the neighborhood.

We only managed to make it a little over half a mile before Rosie and Dante started to wear out. “Ok,” we told the dogs, “we will head back to the car and take you home.” Since it was such a nice day, bikers, walkers, and rollerbladers were out in full force so we had to stop every few minutes and keep the dogs at bay so that they could get by. On the way back, we still had to stop every few minutes to let people by, but the pups took that opportunity to lie down in the grass, panting the whole time. When we finally made it back to the house, the dogs crashed for a couple of hours on the tile. I think we are going to have to walk more around the neighborhood to get the dogs back into shape so that we can take these longer walks in the future.

There are several reasons why having a neurotic dog during a thunderstorm can be bad:

• Getting ready for work with a 50 lb. dog surgically attached to one’s leg is harder than it sounds.
• While sitting down to eat breakfast, said dog proceeded to pant and drool all over and in my shoes that were not yet on my feet.
• It is especially hard to leave Rosie at the house when she looks so darn pitiful.

So, this morning, I decided to put some ice cubes in the water bowl for the dogs. It’s been pretty hot and they had been running around outside for a while. Well, while they were eating, I fixed my own breakfast and sat down to watch the news . As I did so, I kept hearing this kind of dunking sound. I couldn’t quite figure out what it was until I noticed Rosie standing over the water bowl. As I watched in fascinated amazement, Rosie looked at the bowl, spotted an ice cube, and then proceeded to dunk her head into the bowl and grab the ice cube. Then she would happily munch the ice and go after another piece. She was almost done when her luck ran out. As she dunked her face into the bowl, I guess she chose that exact moment to take a breath because she came up snorting and sneezing water everywhere. Then she turned to look at me with water running off her face, and formed a puddle on the kitchen floor. Of course I was laughing hysterically. I’m surprised I didn’t wake Jon up. She just stood their, dripping, and looking at me like “Mama, why are you laughing at me…and why did I get water up my nose?” Needless to say, it was very entertaining. And poor Dante didn’t get any ice. His piggy sister ended up eating it all.

I have never before seen a dog bobbing for ice cubes…but upon telling Jon this story, he hopes to reproduce these events tonight for our evening entertainment. Who knew dogs could be this much fun

You know, there is nothing like cleaning up dog yak first thing in the morning. What a way to start the day! (And if you can’t figure out from the context what yak is referring to, you probably really don’t want to know. Anyone with kids or pets will probably know what I’m talking about )

I guess I should take a moment and explain who Snobbers is to those of you who don’t know. Snobbers is the alias we have assigned to our dog Rosie. It really is an accurate description of her. We chose that name because all she does is sneeze and slobber on everything. Put those two words together and snobbers is what you get. Snobbers is also considered to be a smoofism, but I’ll save that for another post. Anyway, Snobbers has a brother named Dante who will be hence forth dubbed the Gutless Wonder! This name originated when he was just a puppy. He was afraid of everything, and being the good mother that I am, I of course made fun of him and we’ve been calling him that ever since Both of our dogs are australian shepherd mixes and from the same litter. They constantly keep us on our toes (refer to beginning of post!) Hopefully we will have pictures of them in our gallery soon. However, that would mean we would have to actually set up the gallery and download pictures off the camera. At the moment, that is beyond us. Perhaps over the weekend.

I’ll stop boring you with tales of our dear little ones, even though they are the cutest, most sweetest, bestest dogs in the whole world (no, I’m not biased at all ) However, I’m not so sure Jonathan would agree with that. More than likely he’d say they have faces only a mother could love

Toodles