The Gift of the Dog
Most of you all probably know I am an animal person. If not, where have you been?! I have experimented with numerous animals after I was hitched which I attribute to my parents restraints on me when I was a kid. My sister was the one who got to try them all out. From hamsters to fish and horny toads to gerbils! By the time I was born and coherent I was blessed to have... a dog. It was the only pet that had survived the approving glares of my beloved parents. So, my whole life I have had at least one dog in my life. At times I have had as many as three.
So, now that you know my wonderful history you can understand why my mother calls my dog her "grand-dog" (how scary is that?). Yesterday she called to ask if she could spend the day (and night) with her grand-dog to keep their new puppy entertained. You see, I bought my dog as a wedding present from us to us. Since I promised to be kidless for at least five years, mother dearest had to settle for a furry friend instead. My dog's name is Cheyanne. She is a yellow lab that had her 5th birthday this last August. She is a great dog, well trained, and playful. What a blessing to grace my mom with such a well behaved beast!
You would think that we would be happy to have the 90 pound waggly friend out of the house for a night, right? (This is the dog who had to have her tail amputated 4 inches because she slammed it on the wall so much it bled constantly). She makes it hard for Jay to sleep because she starts out on her rather large square orthopedic mattress (which is just a glorified foam about four inches thick) on the floor, but sneaks her way onto the bed after we fall asleep. It is not that she is just on the bed, but she sleeps between Jay's legs! Poor guy looks like he is dreaming of doing the splits. She would not dare try that with me because I kick hard when I am groggy and harder when I am sleeping. Then, at seven-thirty workday or weekend, she wakes up and bounces her paw on the bed. She doesn't claw at you or lick your face, rather sits on the side of the bed looking at you and patting the bed. It is rather cute (as she wakes Jay up and doesn't touch me). After she gets to go outside and has breakfast she crawls back in bed with me until I decide it is a suitable hour to arise from slumber. Granted, it is not this graceful on the weekdays. It is those days where I let her out and then she crawls back in bed with Jay. (And I thought I would never let him share the bed with another!)
Last night I felt really weird. Going to bed without letting her out. I have to clean her ears each night because she is constantly battling an infection, and not doing that threw me off balance. I woke up late this morning and slept crappy last night. Since I didn't wake up to her wagging tail I am in a crappy mood as well. I have had a hard time concentrating and I am convinced she is the reason for it all.
Now that it is Friday I should be looking forward to the weekend so I can have more personal time and fun time to do things with friends and family. In reality, all I want to do is go home and see my dog. Did I tell you her nicknames? My favorites for her are "The Yellow Turd" or "The Golden Booger." Thought I would leave you with a laugh. Happy hangups, gals!
So, now that you know my wonderful history you can understand why my mother calls my dog her "grand-dog" (how scary is that?). Yesterday she called to ask if she could spend the day (and night) with her grand-dog to keep their new puppy entertained. You see, I bought my dog as a wedding present from us to us. Since I promised to be kidless for at least five years, mother dearest had to settle for a furry friend instead. My dog's name is Cheyanne. She is a yellow lab that had her 5th birthday this last August. She is a great dog, well trained, and playful. What a blessing to grace my mom with such a well behaved beast!
You would think that we would be happy to have the 90 pound waggly friend out of the house for a night, right? (This is the dog who had to have her tail amputated 4 inches because she slammed it on the wall so much it bled constantly). She makes it hard for Jay to sleep because she starts out on her rather large square orthopedic mattress (which is just a glorified foam about four inches thick) on the floor, but sneaks her way onto the bed after we fall asleep. It is not that she is just on the bed, but she sleeps between Jay's legs! Poor guy looks like he is dreaming of doing the splits. She would not dare try that with me because I kick hard when I am groggy and harder when I am sleeping. Then, at seven-thirty workday or weekend, she wakes up and bounces her paw on the bed. She doesn't claw at you or lick your face, rather sits on the side of the bed looking at you and patting the bed. It is rather cute (as she wakes Jay up and doesn't touch me). After she gets to go outside and has breakfast she crawls back in bed with me until I decide it is a suitable hour to arise from slumber. Granted, it is not this graceful on the weekdays. It is those days where I let her out and then she crawls back in bed with Jay. (And I thought I would never let him share the bed with another!)
Last night I felt really weird. Going to bed without letting her out. I have to clean her ears each night because she is constantly battling an infection, and not doing that threw me off balance. I woke up late this morning and slept crappy last night. Since I didn't wake up to her wagging tail I am in a crappy mood as well. I have had a hard time concentrating and I am convinced she is the reason for it all.
Now that it is Friday I should be looking forward to the weekend so I can have more personal time and fun time to do things with friends and family. In reality, all I want to do is go home and see my dog. Did I tell you her nicknames? My favorites for her are "The Yellow Turd" or "The Golden Booger." Thought I would leave you with a laugh. Happy hangups, gals!
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