He'll go for it he likes to dress up for ladies. He likes coming to the office he gets so many cuddles
Or the food shop delivery man who can't believe his eyes or ears as Mabel runs about barking through her Kong, wagging her tail as though she never ever gets a visitor.
Almost had our first Christmas tree disaster this morning. Xena was racing around after her breakfast Wobbler when it went under the tree. Next minute she's trussed herself up like the proverbial turkey in the cable from the fairy lights and is pulling the cable (and therefore the tree) out of the room after the bloody Wobbler Amazingly, only the Christmas angel fell off, but I had visions of the classic dog+tree disaster meme flash before my eyes.
Is it wrong to use your puppy as an excuse not to go out to someones christmas drinks when you really you just want to stay in and cuddle him? :s
No it's what they're there for. I use Stanley as an excuse for most things - why I don't want to do out, why the house is a mess, why I'm late for work. The list is endless really
So down Rorys tummy just started to go off again. Sat on a park bench a just cried hes done so brilliantly lately and it all seems to be flaring up again. So tired at the moment. So pulled myself together ordered some very nice food for him booked him into the vets and tried to enjoy the walk. He's clearly in pain his behaviour had been really bad. Someone who knows him asked what was wrong with him. the dogs are the best excuse for getting out of stuff even OH has made use of them
Had a meeting with my new boss. So we spent time discussing how we would like to work together...I said..well if one of my dogs is sick...I don't work..simples. He asked how many dogs do I have? Three. No problem he said, I used to have 5. Dogs come first, no problem! What a boss!!!
Willow has this great line in super offended looks if there is something occupying the space she wants to sit in. She just jumped up onto our two-seater sofa, which has plenty of room for a slinky lady like her, but had a parcel of felt (for making a snuffle mat) on one of the arms. Not even the seat, the arm. She stared at it, stared at me. Stared harder at it, stared harder at me. Of course, fool that I am got up and moved it for her. She immediately collapsed with the biggest "about time, too!" groan. She's not even resting her head on the arm.
Ella is the same! Leaving the TV remote in the middle of the couch is punishable by death! The worst part is that I've found myself "preparing" the couches for her if I'm going out! I now make sure to clear any items and present the cushions in the most comfortable pattern for her
My boss has a minature Yorkshire terrier. She's called Betty and wears a bow. I think he gets the dog thing
