Ridiculousness has hit a new level. I was ushered to the vet for a dental cleaning. Daddy dropped me off, good thing because he is just much calmer in general about this type of event.
After much discussion, I found myself dozing off at the vet. When I awoke, I was warm, my mouth was sore, and I was in a KENNEL. Clearly my 'status' at the vet was not clearly communicated to the technicians. Try as a I might to rearrange all the pitiful blankets, it was to no avail-I was uncomfortable. I did my best not to bark or make a stink-I just hate when folks do that when they are at hotels or airport check ins. However, I let them know there that the blankets were not to my standard, and lacking the fluffyness I most prefer.
Mommy came and got me. I didn't even lick her. This hot mess has her name all over it. Had she dropped me off, I am sure she would have remembered to tell them about my kennel aversion. She asked like 200 questions of the doctor-Daddy says they charge by the minute so it's best to get out quickly....not Mommy. I am surprised the vet didn't join us for dinner.
Speaking of that, Mommy, you could have heated up the chicken broth that you put in my food. Do you like cold soup? Of course not.
Mommy explained to the kids that they should let me rest, but you know how that goes in this circus of a house. Isaiah flying crap in the air, Ciera running around with some makeup nonsense. Good Grief.
Today has been better. It had to be.
Wednesday, July 29, 2015
Tuesday, July 7, 2015
I'm a runaway
While laying on the couch while Mommy and the kids were gone the other day, the front door swung wide open. Why? Who the hell knows.
However, I determined I must explore . I headed out the door, and made myself comfortable resting in the grass of the front yard. Kind of liberating. A neighbor friend came by, noticed my resting place, and moved me back inside, shutting the door. So much for my exploration.
As luck would have it, the door swung open again. I guess I do live in the barn Mommy has suggested all these years. This time, I made my way. I headed out the door, ran around the neighborhood for a while. It's hotter than Hades out there. A black furry dog can't last long.
I sauntered to my friend Maureen's house. She's got 3 little doggie girls that are my friends, so I thought her driveway would be the best place to rest. Surely, she'd find me.
And she did! She opened her garage to head out, and I ran to her. Any port in a storm! Sadly, Maureen called Mommy, alerted her, and you can imagine the ---- storm that ensued. When Mommy got home, there was all kinds of hub bub. Where was Benny? What's wrong with the dog? Should we call the builder of the house to address the issue? Who left the door unlocked? Daddy was not happy-you know him "safety first" and all that jazz. I just found a good space under the kitchen table to rest, find crumbs and bask in the glory of my journey.
However, I determined I must explore . I headed out the door, and made myself comfortable resting in the grass of the front yard. Kind of liberating. A neighbor friend came by, noticed my resting place, and moved me back inside, shutting the door. So much for my exploration.
As luck would have it, the door swung open again. I guess I do live in the barn Mommy has suggested all these years. This time, I made my way. I headed out the door, ran around the neighborhood for a while. It's hotter than Hades out there. A black furry dog can't last long.
I sauntered to my friend Maureen's house. She's got 3 little doggie girls that are my friends, so I thought her driveway would be the best place to rest. Surely, she'd find me.
And she did! She opened her garage to head out, and I ran to her. Any port in a storm! Sadly, Maureen called Mommy, alerted her, and you can imagine the ---- storm that ensued. When Mommy got home, there was all kinds of hub bub. Where was Benny? What's wrong with the dog? Should we call the builder of the house to address the issue? Who left the door unlocked? Daddy was not happy-you know him "safety first" and all that jazz. I just found a good space under the kitchen table to rest, find crumbs and bask in the glory of my journey.
Monday, July 6, 2015
Invasion
Where to begin? So much has happened.
The biggest news is that Mom and Dad decided, hey, let's make life crazy and adopt 2 kids. Yup, you heard me right. Some people say, hey, let's have kids, and get one....few years later, maybe consider another.....not my family. Go big or go home. Let's get 2! Let's rock our world. Let's freak the life out of our dog, who, if you recall, is in his golden years. Let's introduce havoc into our neat and clean home.
So last fall, these 2 kids moved in with us. To be honest, they are fun and cute, but they are LOUD. Especially Ciera, she's the girl. She's 6 and never stops talking. EVER. Isaiah is 7, and never makes his bed, so I have found that to be a great place to rest and cuddle up. Isaiah is quieter so I often spend my evenings resting on his bed while he sleeps. I think it makes him happy.
But the noise! There are now toys that fly-enough to put me into therapy, toys that make strange noises, toys all over Isaiah's floor, puzzles, crayons, enough stuff for a dog to build a new house.
I spent Christmas day on Mommy's bed. About every 45 minutes Mommy would head upstairs to find me, check on me, and head back to cook. It was the only quiet place-I think she would have liked to be up there cuddled on the bed with me. She kept telling people she got over 15K steps in and never left the house.....but I know she's rather have napped.
The kids love to walk me on my leash but gentle they are not. I get pulled all over. They love to run, so I work to keep up. They do love to pet me, and that works for everyone involved. I have made a few escapes only to be retrieved.
So what's Mommy like now? Well I could write an entire manuscript about her. She never sits down now unless she's doing her bank work. She's running around here like a lunatic, cooking, laundry, lunches, you name it. She's not forgotten me though....and because she's at home working a lot, I still get some 1:1 time where she talks about the stuff the kids have not cleaned up, I stare at her, and then she gets back to work. And, she won't let me sleep anywhere but with her. Don't get me wrong, I typically would find my way to her bed anyway, but now I am kind of part of a power play between she and Isaiah. The kids are supposed to feed me, but you can imagine how that goes. Good news is that they are messy and snacks are aplenty on the floor.
Mommy took time off this summer to spend with the kids, but deep down I know she did it to spend time with me because she feels bad that she adopted the kids and really never consulted me. So, she and I have made our peace through long walks and extra treats.
Daddy, well, let's just say he's hanging on.
The biggest news is that Mom and Dad decided, hey, let's make life crazy and adopt 2 kids. Yup, you heard me right. Some people say, hey, let's have kids, and get one....few years later, maybe consider another.....not my family. Go big or go home. Let's get 2! Let's rock our world. Let's freak the life out of our dog, who, if you recall, is in his golden years. Let's introduce havoc into our neat and clean home.
So last fall, these 2 kids moved in with us. To be honest, they are fun and cute, but they are LOUD. Especially Ciera, she's the girl. She's 6 and never stops talking. EVER. Isaiah is 7, and never makes his bed, so I have found that to be a great place to rest and cuddle up. Isaiah is quieter so I often spend my evenings resting on his bed while he sleeps. I think it makes him happy.
But the noise! There are now toys that fly-enough to put me into therapy, toys that make strange noises, toys all over Isaiah's floor, puzzles, crayons, enough stuff for a dog to build a new house.
I spent Christmas day on Mommy's bed. About every 45 minutes Mommy would head upstairs to find me, check on me, and head back to cook. It was the only quiet place-I think she would have liked to be up there cuddled on the bed with me. She kept telling people she got over 15K steps in and never left the house.....but I know she's rather have napped.
The kids love to walk me on my leash but gentle they are not. I get pulled all over. They love to run, so I work to keep up. They do love to pet me, and that works for everyone involved. I have made a few escapes only to be retrieved.
So what's Mommy like now? Well I could write an entire manuscript about her. She never sits down now unless she's doing her bank work. She's running around here like a lunatic, cooking, laundry, lunches, you name it. She's not forgotten me though....and because she's at home working a lot, I still get some 1:1 time where she talks about the stuff the kids have not cleaned up, I stare at her, and then she gets back to work. And, she won't let me sleep anywhere but with her. Don't get me wrong, I typically would find my way to her bed anyway, but now I am kind of part of a power play between she and Isaiah. The kids are supposed to feed me, but you can imagine how that goes. Good news is that they are messy and snacks are aplenty on the floor.
Mommy took time off this summer to spend with the kids, but deep down I know she did it to spend time with me because she feels bad that she adopted the kids and really never consulted me. So, she and I have made our peace through long walks and extra treats.
Daddy, well, let's just say he's hanging on.
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