Posts Tagged ‘Dogs’

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.

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.

Yesterday’s Parenting Experience.

November 15, 2018

Me:  Okay, kiddo, it’s been one of those days, so I’m going to lie down for just a bit while this headache passes.  Get me if you need me, of course, but try to keep in mind that I need to rest as best I can.

L:  Okay!

(A few minutes later.)

L:  *opening door*  Dad?

Me:  *opening eyes*  Yes?

L:  Isa went poo on the pad, but I cleaned it up for you so you didn’t have to.

Me:  Thank you!  But why are you waking me up to tell me this now?

L:  I can’t find her treats for being a good girl.

Me:  They’re in the office.

L:  Okay!  *shuts door*

(Less than a minute later.)

L: *opening door*  Where in the office?

Me: *eyes already open because I’d been waiting for this*  Left of the trampoline.

L:  Okay! *shuts door*

(A few minutes later.  Just enough time to lull me into a false sense of security.)

L:  *opening door*  Dad?

Me:  *opening eyes*  Yes?

L:  Isa had more poo, but this time it made me sick and I threw up in the bathroom.

Me:  *getting out of bed*  Well . . . your heart was in the right place; too bad your stomach wasn’t.

That’s Why It’s Important To Watch Their Eyes, Son

April 19, 2018

While my son and I were playing with our dog this morning, she started to get rambunctious, so we ended up singing, “Crazy eyes, crazy eyes!  It should come as no surprise, that you are feeling wild, ’cause we see your crazy eyes!” (I have just come to accept that this is “normal” in this house.)

It was only later that it occurred to me that if someone had taught me to look for crazy eyes when I was my son’s age, my life would have turned out very differently . . .

It’s Making A Difference

July 12, 2017

If my dog has any sense of vanity, I am as indifferent to that as I am to the idea that my dog needs to look particularly well-groomed.

With that said, however, I have started brushing her a bit daily purely as a matter of self-defense for my furniture and my clothing.

Maybe A Dog’s Life Wouldn’t Be So Bad After All

January 6, 2017

Many of the qualities that come so effortlessly to dogs – loyalty, devotion, selflessness, unflagging optimism, unqualified love – can be elusive to humans.

John Grogan

A True Major Canis Threat

August 10, 2016

Today my son and I learned two things together:

#1.  Working at the appropriate scale, if the Sun was positioned at the front door of our house, Pluto’s orbit would be located somewhere in my office at the back of the house.

#2.  Small dogs are the terror of planetary orbital stability when working at this scale.

And Now For A Much Needed Interlude Of Lightheartedness

February 29, 2016

Play with me!” Lala demanded of Isa, our dog, after Isa proved to have greater interest in tossing her toy around herself rather than returning it after Lala had thrown it.

“Do I need to get you a pork chop?” I teasingly asked her.

“No,” Lala answered with a pout.  “Why don’t you play with me then?”

“Because I don’t like pork chops,” I answered.

Tacky, I Know, But My Audience LOVED It

September 30, 2015

(And now for a lighter moment to change the subject.)

“What does P.U. stand for?”  L. asked me this morning.

“Pepsi Uncle,” I answered.  (Pepsi Uncle was the name of a long ago jack-o-lantern of mine when I was around L’s age so I could call it “P.U. Pumpkin.”)

“No!” L. laughed.  “What does P.U.P. stand for?”

“Oh!” I exclaimed as I realized where this was going.  “It stands for pup!”

“Yes!” L. giggled.  “What does P.U.P.P. stand for?”

“The same as pup, just with some extra P,” I answered, then paused.  “That pup needs to go outside!”