Wednesday, March 03, 2010

Dogs Got Wednesdays?

SUMMARY: How do they know what night it is?

I don't get it. It's 7:30 Wednesday evening, when we have been leaving for agility class in recent months. BUT.

We haven't been to class in 2 weeks. (Anyway we're supposed to be going on Tuesdays but have been rained out.)

We went for a long walk to the park and some frisbee in the rain instead.

They got a full dinner instead of the usual quick snack before class.

I don't do ANYTHING DIFFERENT on Wednesdays than any other day, and in fact did stuff LESS like an agility class night tonight than I would on a normal class night. Why are they in here nudging me and pestering me and telling me it's time to get going? What do dogs know from Wednesdays?

Renter says it must be because he always brings home Chinese food (and always the same Chinese food) on Wednesdays and they always get the same little Chinese food treat (a single bite) from him. Is that really it?
Dogs are amazing. And I can see it's going to be a long evening. They've stopped nudging but are lying there staring at me.

NO CLASS TONIGHT, YOU HEAR ME? If you can identify WEDNESDAYS, you're certainly clever enought to READ MY LIPS: "NO class tonight!!"
Looking to my left:

Looking to my right:

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Tuesday, February 03, 2009

I'm So Busy Memeing I Can Hardly Think Straight or Ten Or More Things I Learned From My Dog

SUMMARY: Another Facebook tagging fantasy: "Ten things I learned from my dog(s)."

  1. To get everyone's immediate attention, roll in something disgusting.
  2. Squirrels are the devil.
  3. If your ancestry is questionable, claim to be purebred and let them prove otherwise via expensive DNA testing or asking your mom--who'll never give away your secrets and doesn't speak English anyway.
  4. Life is like hunting gophers: Dig and dig and dig and dig until you realize you're not going to reach that goal, then go do something else and let other people clean up the mess.
  5. Roofrats are the devil.
  6. The boss doesn't like to lie in a bed covered with dog hair. Shed everywhere, and the whole thing is yours.
  7. If it fits in your mouth, it's edible.
  8. The mailman is the devil.
  9. Bathing is overrated. (See also #1.)
  10. Photographers love it when you show them your butt.
  11. "No!" means "yes!"
  12. Even though your keen sense of smell reveals what bully sticks are made from, it doesn't really matter because they still taste darned good.
  13. Don't mess with Jim Basic's lawn.
  14. The devil hates it when you bark like a rabid wombat and throw yourself against the plate-glass picture window, so do it as often as possible to drive him away. Everyone will thank you for it in a loud and excited voice.

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Wednesday, December 17, 2008


SUMMARY: How I can tell that I haven't given the dogs what they need yet for the day.

Because this is what I see when I look over from my desk through the sliding door into the back yard.

And this is what I see when I look up from my desk through the railing into the kitchen.

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Thursday, September 11, 2008

Self Improvement (Or Is That Elf Improvement?)

SUMMARY: Got to stop talking to myself. Keep telling myself that.

I blame it on the dogs that everything of interest that runs through my mind comes out my mouth. Inquiring dog minds want to know, you know? And maybe it was originally just to notify them that I'm on the move and it didn't necessarily involve tug of war. But why on earth would they or I care if I need to get more ice for my drink? Why do I have to say out loud "More ice for my drink" before standing up and going up to the kitchen?

I am becoming a little old lady who speaks aloud to herself all the time and yet says nothing. What of that? How do I stop now that it's become ingrained?

Here's my solution: I walk around the house and yard murmuring firmly, "Stop talking out loud. Stop it. Stop. Just STOP. You're doing it again, stop it."

Note to self. Stop it right now.

Think I'll go get more ice for my drink.

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Sunday, April 20, 2008

Whine. Pause. Whine. Pause. Whine.

SUMMARY: Boost is bored.

When Boost thinks that I have been sitting at my computer long enough, this is what she does. Stand outside the door to my office and stare at me. For maybe an hour. How can Border Collies do that? I couldn't stand in one place and stare for even 5 minutes without noticing that maybe the glass is dirty and going and cleaning all my windows.

But maybe I would find it easier to do if I had an extra thing to do while staring. Like Boost does. Whine. Pause. Whine. Pause. Whine. Pause. Whine. For an hour. With brief stretches of bemused silence after I scream "cut it out you're driving me nuts" with my fingers tangled in my hair.

Fortunately today I will be going off to an unopened open space preserve to survey wildflowers. No staring dogs.

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