Yesterday morning started out with a bang, well, more of a crash,
really. I made the mistake of leaving a
glass on the coffee table. I had made
myself a sweet-tea vodka cocktail the night before while I watched Parenthood
(pretty good show, BTW). Then I headed
to bed to read and completely forgot to put the glass in the dishwasher. The dogs and I got up the next morning and
Harpo was jack-rabbit jumping from couch to loveseat trying to play with the
other dogs. He’s such an idiot, but he
is an agile idiot…which really compounds his ability to cause damage. As I was putting on my shoes to walk them,
Harpo continued to jump and fly around like a moron. Not surprisingly, his foot hit the glass I
left on the table. It crashed to the
floor and broke. Glass was everywhere
with all the dogs, including Harpo, looking at me like I had thrown a glass at
them. I had to keep the dogs from the
glass and get the broom – which is not easy when you are still
half-asleep. I thought I got everything
swept up and off we went on our walk. As
we walked, I imagined myself spraying the back of Harpo’s head with a water
gun. This gave me joy.
I took this picture
because it is so rare for Harpo to actually sit still. Notice how he
wears a harness. He is such a moron when we walk that his body must be
encased in this apparatus.
Later that morning, Celie bounded up on the couch. She seemed very proud and began to loudly
crunch and chew something. I asked
Tiffany, “What does she have?” Tiffany
looked and Celie continued to crunch. As
Tiffany got closer, Celie’s expression changed and she growled. She was defending whatever she had
found. Tiffany asked her, “What do you
have?” She does this, yet history has
proven they won’t ever actually answer her questions. Tiffany’s hand swooped in and pulled out…a
big piece of glass. Celie was not only
eating, but defending the right to eat a piece of freaking glass. Celie is the smallest of our dogs, but the
alpha. She constantly displays her
toughness, but this was slightly ridiculous.
I suppose if she could she would eat fire and stick pins in her face,
too.
Guess which one is Celie?
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