What the hell?

Dogs
Ah yes. As I was saying. There is a dog in the midst of the **name removed** home. The family is quite amused and entertained by Ophelia's antics. She continues to break all of her previous rules, and does pretty much what she feels like;)

For example: The Rain.
When in the city, I have rarely seen the dog venture beyond the immediate curbside area when rain is falling. A growl, a run down the stairs, and a quick pee. I swear she holds in anything else for a dryer point in time.

Here Ophelia's perfectly content to sniff (and eat) grass while the sky opens up. She's even happier to pee on our neighbor's driveways. (The joys of being a dog.) And she is perpetually tormenting the local squirrels and cats with her throaty growl. IN the backyard. You think she'd cold. But NOooo. So the parents have enjoyed her visit. (And I think have been sneaking her food on the sly. I told them to only feed her mommy-approved doggy treats, but who can resist such a mug?)

Another example: Stairs
Ophelia looked so woeful last night I carried her up the stairs. Ok, ok. And I was so tired I wanted to go to bed immediately. This morning she kept looking at me and the top of the stairs. As in," Me? Nooo can do. Help me."

So I carry the dog down the stairs.
(They're wood! And vaneered. And they look slippery.)

Parents leave mid-day to do parent things. I head up stairs to use the computer.

Dog proceeds to whine in pathetic wimpers. I truck downstairs and carry The Great One up a flight.

Guess who was in a hurry to greet my parents when they arrived with bags o' food?
(Hint: Four feet on the ground at a time.)

Hmph.

posted by irene @ 9/01/2002 04:56:00 PM