Saturday, September 22, 2012
Hercules and the Boys Are In The Doghouse
Our puppy is spoiled. Rotten. Someone is playing with him, running with him, teaching him tricks, taking him exploring in the woods most of the day. One son gets up 6am to walk him and play in the yard with him before school, my husband takes him for runs 3 mornings a week. When the boys come home from school, they play with him nonstop. They wanted to let him on the trampoline because they said he was barking to go on with them. He can now do all kinds of little tricks where he gets gigantic rewards. Like a ham bone if a kid just says,"Speak." He pouts to be taken on every car trip even for only practice and then gets huffy if someone takes his front seat, so the boys let him sit up front. They said he has to, because dogs like to stick their noses out of windows so they don't get car sick. This is just the tip of the iceberg. Yesterday when I was vacuuming the family room I saw something white sticking out of the leather sofa. What the heck is it? A rawhide bone. Rawhide bones are not even allowed in the house, the dog makes a huge mess with them. Then I saw the suede chair and the cushion was crooked because there was a rawhide bone under it. The green couch, again between the cushions another rawhide bone! What! Who is giving this dog all these bones? 3 confiscated bones! When is he burying these bones inside my good furniture? Must be the invisible phantom bone giver because no one here had any idea.
Posted by Annmarie Pipa at 11:28 AM