Archive for the ‘Wags and Growls’ Category

I Then Apologized To The Dog

April 1, 2020

This morning I awoke to find an “unexpected present” from the dog outside the bedroom door.

“Bad dog!” I scolded her, prompting L and his Mother to scurry over.

“No, no!” they protested.  “It’s not real! It’s just a prank!”

“Really?” I sighed.  “You two knew I didn’t sleep well last night, and you still thought this was going to be funny!  There had better not be any other ‘surprises’ in store for me today, because as far as *I* am concerned, there is NO April Fools’ Day around me.”

I let my words (and the accompanying disappointment) sink in for a just moment before unleashing a flurry of tickles on my son.  “Gotcha!” I chuckled.  “April Fools!”

I’m Fine, Just A Bruise And A Scrape On One Elbow (But My Pride May Take Some Time To Recover)

January 20, 2020

Speaking of overconfidence . . . 

Here’s a pro-tip for you:  If you’re trying to sit in a hammock in the dark, pay more attention to what you’re doing than to the antics of the ecstatic happy puppy at your feet lest you suddenly find yourself “Gilligan’s Island-ing” heels over head to land on your elbows on the concrete beneath you.

If She’s Going To Wear It, It Should At Least Look Good On Her

January 8, 2020

I suspect I have already made abundantly clear my feelings regarding the girls’ love of dressing up the dog, but if you need clarification, suffice it to say that I don’t approve, but I recognize that my approval is not required.  Even so, as I watch the dog prance around (and seemingly happily so, I will reluctantly admit) in a frilly canine “party dress,” I remind myself that it really could be worse.

At least she’s not wearing the dress that makes her look frumpy.

Bow Wows Are Fine . . . But No Bows!

December 31, 2019

As a follow-up to last week’s “dog in a dress” post, while I remain unconvinced of the girls’ argument that “she likes it,” I will concede that Isa doesn’t seem to protest the treatment.  On the other hand, I am personally pleased to note that Isa has made her feelings abundantly clear that she draws the line at wearing bows in her fur.

In That Case The Dog Is Tucked Up In A Bedroom, THEN I Answer The Door

December 27, 2019

It’s funny how one can discover one’s limits.  For instance, I have no problem scooping up a wiggling and yapping little dog and tucking her under one arm when I answer the door.  But as I discovered yesterday, I will not answer the door like that when said dog has been dressed in a ballerina outfit by the girls.

The Dog Still Hates Them, Of Course

July 5, 2019

Last night was the first 4th of July that I can remember my son really enjoying the fireworks.  This made me happy.

I just wanted to record that.

I Was Still Fine, Just A Little . . . Less Fine After That

March 22, 2019

You know how television and movies like to show how desensitized someone has become by having them eat a sandwich during an autopsy or the like?

Today while I was finishing up breakfast I noticed I needed to clean up after our dog, Isa.  Since I was pressed for time, I grabbed something to protect my hand and transported the dog food byproduct to the toilet.  It was only as I was flushing that I became fully aware that I had been chewing the last bite of my breakfast the entire time.

I was fine until I remembered I’d been eating a chocolate muffin.

That’s Just Not Something I Worry About

March 19, 2019

The other day while eating a dish that included soybeans as an ingredient, L’s Mother took pains to assure me that I didn’t include enough soybeans in my diet to have to worry about Phytoestrogens.

To say the least, I found this an odd choice for dinner conversation, but not wanting to be rude, I assured her that I was far more like to worry about the “Fido estrogen” in our dog, Isa, than I was to worry about something like that.

A Recent Mental Transcript Of Mine

November 30, 2018

Oooh, peanut butter cookies!  They’re a little small, but that’s a pretty big bag, so it should all balance out.

Waaaaait.   While it doesn’t obviously say they’re for dogs, I’m seeing an awful lot of little animal pictures to not be suspicious.  Let’s see here, number one ingredient is . . . free-range chicken.

Yep.  And there it is in small print at the bottom of the bag, “dog treats.”  That’s just wrong!

She’s A Good Dog

October 8, 2018

Of course after creating a category for our dog, Isa, on Friday, today my son wants me to make an entry about her.

Okay then . . . let me see . . .

This wag is for Isa for not growling at me as I trimmed her nails over the weekend even though she hates having it done.