Have you seen the sign that says something about our house being maintained completely for the comfort of the dog? Yeah that’s our house. Our dogs are spoiled, they can make me a bit crazier, and they could all be better trained! I don’t blame them though. I’ve definitely dropped the ball (no pun intended) when it comes to things like personal space, respect, listening, and pretty much everything else. No matter what, I absolutely love them so yes, our house revolves around each of them. Their behaviors and personalities are huge factors in each day for me. Some things that happen might cause non-dog people (YES! They do exist!) to cringe or say things like, “I would never…” but most of the time those things are just part of ordinary days in our house. Let me show you.
Yesterday Shelby came in from outside and was doing spins like an Olympic ice skater. If you looked closely, and quickly, you could see the little poop that had become a cling on. Thankfully, that area is Marc’s responsibility. So he got the hanging poop and for reasons I do not want to ponder, Shelby decided it was then time to play. It seemed pretty odd to me that because she was now, poop free, she was running from one end of the couch to the other doing zoomies. It was poops gone so game on. Just another day in our house.
At this very moment Clarence, another MAIN foster of ours, is staring at me. I mean, to the point of me looking over at him because I can feel his eyes on me. He’s upset because Shelby is in his bed. Now there are, I don’t know, a bazillion beds and soft areas where Clarence can lay in this house. But, he knows that I’m going to stop what I’m doing and kick Shelby out of his bed. Why? Clarence is like 150 years-old so he can get away with pretty much anything! So, I’ll be right back! Well, Shelby hates me just a little more but I gained a few points with Clarence. Just another day in our house.
We have a new and temporary foster with MAIN. His name is Brooks and he has some neurological stuff going on. He isn’t able to balance while standing up due to the dizziness he has. He’s like that uncle at the family reunions that is always drunk; that’s Brooks. With that said, we had family over Saturday and my great-niece was playing with and petting Brooks when he decided to pee on her foot. Did I mention that he’s a puppy and not potty trained? Yea poor Aubri had a foot that was soaked and a shoe that had a puddle of pee in it. There was So. Much. Pee! Thankfully she loves animals and she didn’t freak out. She handed me her shoe, I handed her a soapy towel, she wiped off her leg and foot, and I cleaned her shoe. It was just another day at her Aunt Penny and Uncle Marc’s house.
Carson had a vet appointment today because he has allergies. He and Marc just got home. I started asking questions about what the vet did, if he had medicine, how much was it, blah, blah, blah, basically I was playing 20-questions. Marc was answering my questions while very nonchalantly looking around like he needed to get something. When I asked what he was doing, he casually informing me that Carson threw up on the truck seat and he needed to get a towel so he could go clean it up. As he walked towards the garage where the pukey seat was, I said, “Oh, there’s dog shit in the bucket in the garage.” Marc says, “I wondered why it stunk out there.” I then informed him that I cleaned up poop from Brooks and forgot to take it from the garage bucket to the garbage can. Neither one of us even skipped a beat in that whole conversation. No big deal. No rush. No worries. I’m not sure if that’s good or bad but it’s definitely, just another day in our house.
Last night I was playing on my iPad while I sat on the sofa after Marc went to bed. Like so many times before, I was in my own world when Carson bum rushed me. It was done in one smooth move. He leaped from the floor, over my iPad, into my lap, while extending his paw, and placing two of his toenails right inside my nostril, immediately giving me a bloody nose. There were some PG related words that flew out of my mouth involuntarily as my eyes began to water. Carson was all about licking my nose and yes, my eyes. He literally was licking my eyelid! I couldn’t help but laugh because I was trying to stop the blood, dodge the tongue, and not laugh all at once. I was completely unsuccessful; as usual. Just another day in our house.
Hudson and Carson are learning to share their humans with each other. That might be stretching the truth just a smidge; but anyway, when they’re near me, they have “little-dog” attitude. They are seriously like jealous toddlers. Monday I was (you guessed it) playing on my iPad, Carson was laying against me and sleeping when Hudson decided that I was worthy of some lap time from him. He gets in my lap and immediately sniffs my face. Apparently you have to pass a breath test with Hudson similar to one for a Police Officer. Thankfully I passed and he laid down. Now his head and Carson’s head are basically side-by-side. Hudson decides to taunt Carson by pawing him in the head. Really? Is this a nanny-nanny poo-poo moment because it sure looks like one? Carson doesn’t move but opens his eyes. Hudson repeats the action. This time, Carson gets up, stands next to me but puts his front legs on my shoulder. Hudson then sits up. Carson eyeballs him. Hudson stands and puts his front legs on my chest. Carson starts sniffing the side of my face. Hudson now has his nose just under my eye. At this point I feel like I’m at a tennis match looking back and forth and I can’t help but laugh. I mean why not just walk up and pee on me to claim the territory? It’d be much easier on all of us. Just another day in our house.
You know I love our dogs; foster and resident. They entertain the hell out of me. They’ve taught me not to sweat the small stuff with each of them. They let me laugh at them. They’re constantly showing me that they love me; even if it is by making my nose bleed. If they were people I’d absolutely love to hang out with them. They put the ordinary in each day for me and in this case ordinary is a great thing.