Buried

Today, Angel was trying to find a place to hide her rawhide. She’ll wander around whimpering, looking for the perfect place, so that I won’t go steal it the moment she turns her back. Like I want her wet, soggy, chewed-on rawhide. Anyway, I caught her on her stomach, legs splayed out behind her, belly-crawling under my son’s little table, pushing the rawhide with the tip of her nose under his stool. As she inched back out, she was expecting me not to acknowledge it was there. So, I stupidly wandered around, acting like I didn’t know where it was and asking her to show me. Angel just smiled at me, her eyes saying, “You’ll never find it.”

Puppy Mafia

I got kneecapped by a giraffe today when Angel decided that she wanted to play and I wasn’t paying attention to her. She picked it up and swung it around at my legs, hitting me just below my kneecap…multiple times. At the time, I was on the phone with my wife…the reason I wasn’t paying attention to her. But Angel didn’t care. I’m expected to drop everything and be at her beck and call, and if I fail to do so, then punishment is swift and painful. I’ve been walking with a limp all day.

Freeeedoooommm!

My wife decided to try to burn down the house this morning when her toast went full mushroom cloud. So, I opened the backdoor to air out the smoke. Since it was a nice day, I left the door open for a little bit. Angel was in hog heaven. She could go outside or come inside at her leisure. And she did…back and forth…back and forth. She was so giddy and excited. I could imagine these thoughts going through her head.

“This is the best…day…EVER! I love being a dog! Ooh, squirrel! Let me check that out. He got away. It’s okay, I’ll go get some water and check the food bowl. Nope, it’s still empty. I think I’ll go chew some grass. Wait. Did I check the food bowl? I can’t remember. I’ll check it again just in case. Nope, it’s still empty. That’s right, I did check it. I remember now. Oh my god! I must get that leaf. Die, interloper! Whew, I’m thirsty. I’m going to get some more water. Look at that, the food bowl is still empty. Maybe if I lick it, I can make some food appear.”

Battle Dog

As I was putting the harness on Angel today, I was struck with the idea that she looked like she was wearing body armor. It reminded me of Cringer from the old He-Man cartoon, his cowardly green tiger that would transform into the fearless Battle Cat. So, I started calling Angel “Battle Dog” every time I put her harness on. It’s like she’s gearing up for a fight!