And on DAY FOUR, I'm already struggling. Let's see....
After the drama of FOOMP! the other day, Murphy has not had any more Poop Events worth recording for posterity. Thank God.
Sophie is snuggly and sweet and wonderful, and hilarious - I need to find the ambition to take a video of her response to the word "Treat." Lately it triggers a truly epic bouncing on the furniture and running around the room. I've learned not to say the word while she's on my lap, because it hurts like hell when she peels out to do her happy sprint around the room.
But both dogs are suddenly AWFUL when we are out walking - maybe it's the heat, I know it makes me crabby, but suddenly I have two small dogs digging in like mules, dragging me in opposite directions, lagging behind (Sophie) or flattening out on the pavement and refusing to take a step unless I let him lead (Murphy). Yesterday was a holiday of course, so today the mail was not only late, but the mailbox was extra full. I made the error of taking the dogs with me to the mailbox, which led to me juggling an armload of catalogs and junk mail and two stubborn dogs determined to lead in different directions. Then, in a rare and remarkable act of Synchronized Pooping, they simultaneously assumed the position nearly side by side, so then had an armload of mail, two leashes, two poop bags, and two dogs acting like assholes and dragging me in two different directions. Yes, they are SMALL dogs, but they can exert an amazing amount of pulling power. I guess it's their low center of gravity. However, I am much bigger than they are, so this became ONE sullen dog dragging behind me pouting (Sophie) while Murphy was unceremoniously scooped up and stuffed under my arm with the mail and the poop bags. Of course a neighbor got to witness me trying not to scream profanities at the dogs as sweat pours down my face. We are always at our best for an audience.
The cat lives. In fact, the cat seems better than ever, and is at least temporarily deigning to eat the latest flavors of Fancy Feast. Apparently he's always been pining for their Primavera collection, with the little bits of vegetables, in a delicate sauce. Whatever, as long as he doesn't scream at 3 a.m.
Their low centre of gravity, and four 'wheel' traction. As well as a dedication to getting their own way.
ReplyDeleteCompletely unrelated news: Senior Grand-daughter has passed her driving test and is now on her 'P' (for Provisional) licence. As a raw beginner she must display a red P for a certain time, pass another test to attain a green P, and then another quiz to graduate to a full licence. Nuttin like that in MY day, but that WAS more than 50 years ago. Where did the time go?
Gae, in Callala Bay
How does the Provisional license work? Is she limited to when and where she can drive?
ReplyDeleteAnd yes, that four wheel traction is just amazing. Murphy weighs less than 7 lbs. and yet when he slams to a stop and braces his feet, we all stop moving until he decides which way he wants to go. When I pick him up he feels light as a feather, but at the end of the leash he can turn himself into a concrete block.
ReplyDeleteProvisional -- limited as to maximum speed allowed, and absolutely ZERO tolerance re alcohol.
ReplyDeleteNot perfectly clear as to all the details, this system did not affect me in the Olden Days, nor did it affect Erich and Anne in the mid 80's.
But she MUST at all times display the appropriate (magnetic) plate.
These rules are of course an attempt to thwart young drivers from killing themselves (and others).
And anyone supervising a Learner Driver MUST have a full licence.
Gae, in Callala Bay