The Sky is Falling
September 22, 2005
There are wicked awesome bonuses to having a dog. Not just the companionship, I certainly have too much of that in any given day, between Mista T (T stands for TEETHING right now), Little D and his onslaught of Grade Two homework, in French no less, and Big D, who, quite frankly, thinks that because he works all day, I should ‘work’ all night…..hmmmmm. Look buddy, I refuse to shave my legs from October to April since no one but you will see ‘em, so BACK AWAY FROM THE SASQUATCH.
Getting back to the dog. Ruffy hasn’t had her own post since I started this site and she definitely deserves the spotlight for a spell.
The best quality about Ruffy is she is very anal, like me, about cleaning. She just isn’t as lazy as me in that area so she gets the job done. Last year when Daren did our hardwood floors, I should have warned him to do 4 extra coats of Varathane around the area of the high chair. Ruffy ’s tongue has licked and licked that space so much, the circumference around the high chair is now bare wood and I’m pretty sure I will be able to see into the basement very soon! Hey, I could just chuck the laundry down that way, instead of, you know, carrying it!
Ruffy has downed everything from chewed up pickle, to mac ‘n’ cheese, to the all time favorite: MEAT! The look on her face after a cleanup is one of sheer contentment. Fast forward 15 minutes and she is pacing and clicking on the hardwood to go out. People food does not sit well with Ruffy, and she unfortunately hasn’t made the mouth-to-butt connection. She has this horrible pleading in her big cow eyes, like “If you don’t drop that hairless cat you gave birth to and let me out RIGHT NOW I will go upstairs and shit liquid all over your new duvet! (but I will be very very sorry!)” Her tail even tucks between her legs as she stands there, nose on the screen while I juggle the latch and 10 million other things. I’m sorry dog, but that tail is not going to stop the volcanic eruption from your ass.
I feel bad for her going through this at least 2-3 times a day, but Mista T won’t stop dropping food on her head just to see the flailing and clawing pooch scramble to gobble it up. He even drops more on her head while she has bowed before him to inhale a Bear Paw or some measly Cheerios. By the way, Bear Paws are God’s gift to Stay at Home Moms who like to finish their coffee in more than 30 seconds flat. They allow for serious relaxation.
I would try to get to the dropped food before her, but: a) I am not a fan of bending over; and b) It brings her such joy to do this for me.
Man’s Best Friend? I think not.
September 22nd, 2005 at 7:08 pm
You have a great looking blog. I’m going to bookmark it and check back every so often! I have a new site about Elisha Cuthbert she plays Kimberly Bauer in the FOX show “24″. Take care and keep on blogging.
September 22nd, 2005 at 8:30 pm
You make me laugh! I love reading your creative stories! True ones at that!!! You’re bookmarked honey!
Keep up the great stories!
Nicole