Memorial Day Makeout had been scheduled. The troops were interested, even if it appears that Kylee looks quite worried in the following photo. The horror and trepedition of a day outing could be terrifying, I know I thought so myself.
Simon's leg was acting up and I was a bit nervous of him getting too excited and creating another set back. I also was nervous about my temperment. Very. The Morgan dogs are very well taken care of and questions about their health or behavior get me very upset. Enough that I would buy an animal for anyone who has an opinion to shut them up. We know what we are doing and don't need help correcting or training our dogs. He's old, his knee problems give us more upset than we let on, so we don't like to hear anything except OK. When I say short story "He's elderly, it's been accessed, there is nohing to do except write us a check?" that indicates that by saying if you see him jumping, I'll take him, I need nothing more. Maybe I am just cranky about it.
I've had a few requests about what my step mother-in-law looks like. Here you go, and not a wonder, my dog is in her arms.
Trying to flee.
She has a few traits I don't care for but, it is obvious in the above and in interacting that she is genuine in caring about the dogs even if they didn't ask for it. We've all tried to run from her a few times, no harm no foul. She's actually holding him because I'd barked about not wanting him on the leg, but he really only listens to me with any consistency. Perhaps I scare him more?
The two pups are growing fast! Bottom right I think Simon is pissing on her, or trying to in this one. /applause please. My son! Cmon, it's funny.
Kylee learns peanut butter goodness!
Simon is leary. He has met the peanut butter in the past and know it's for my entertainment. He hides from the spoon as though it is liquid mercury, eyes down, body languange displaying submissive hope that it won't be forced on him. I was kind of stupid because Kyles ate up the spoon contents with sticky chomps then I rubbed Simon's belly with the spoon, not considering this made him even more of the normal treat than he is to her. Sorry Simon.
All had a good time. Why is there a christmas stocking on my floor? Kylee found it and said someone told her a fable about a gent name Santa Claus. What time would he arrive? I said it would be some time and she's drumming her paws on the stocking now and then to remind me that she's not forgotten.
-DM
Monday, May 26, 2008
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3 comments:
LMAO, love the visual of poor Simon being molested by Kylee; for peanut butter no less!
LMAO, love the visual of poor Simon being molested by Kylee; for peanut butter no less!
man, i had the tiniest shiver in my hand and now I've gone and responded twice. I hate that. lol
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