Last weekend, we were invited over to the house of a friend (let's call him "Andrew") for some movie-watching, game-playing fun. Andrew graciously extended the invitation to Bean, seeing as how he does have a fenced in backyard. Well, immediately upon her arrival, Bean located and mauled a little stuffed koala bear. That's sort of our fault. We have allowed her to grow up thinking that any stuffed animal is a dog toy and as such is fair game.
After the mangled koala corpse was taken from her, Bean ran around the backyard for a good long while. Then she hopped up on a chair in the living room and seemed to be settling down for a nap. I went to shove her off it and Andrew stopped me, saying that it was okay with him if she napped there and that she actually looked kind of cute.
Cue the 'gina-licking.
Andrew disappeared down the hall, saying "you know what? On second thought, why don't I put a blanket down on that chair for her...." Moments later he returned and slid a very cute cow-print blanket underneath her.
"Well, this is just not nearly as much fun."
"Maybe I'll check out what's going on in the dining room.....mmmm....is that Axis and Allies that they're playing? Yikes! Well let's see what going on in here..."
"Oh good lord. It's her. She never does anything interesting. Ever. Actually, I don't recall her doing anything at all. I'm amazed she's even still awake. It must be nine o'clock by now. Why isn't she wearing her pajamas? Now she's going to take my picture and the flash will go off and it will blind me and I hate that. Hhhhhuuuuhhhhh. This sucks. I can't find anymore stuffed toys to eat. What am I gonna do until we leave?....mmmm....I have an idea...."
Yeah, that's right. We are all classy ladies over here.
5 comments:
"My sentiments exactly! I really wish they would not try to impose their unhealthy body hang-ups on me. I bet this kind of thing doesn't happen to dogs in Europe!"
I'm with you Bean! I mean, hey, you have to keep your bits and peices clean, right? That's just good hygiene. We animals are comfortable with our bodies and don't have all these rules about what you have to cover up, etc. Mom and dad are really wierded out when I start cleaning my boy parts. They'll hiss "Don't lick your pee pee!" So I stop, and sigh, because humans are so puritanical and repressed!
Bean DOES look exactly like Ira! Her doppleganger is, at the moment, clad in an Elizabethan lampshade collar and a pair of pink-striped stockings, recouperating from yesterday's dewclaw removal. This set of pics particlarly of him, as he is now lying around pouting, weeping and generally (as they told us at the vet's) "milking it for all it's worth." Which is a lot, so he keeps playing up the misery...
POOR doggie!
REMINDS. We meant to say, "this set of pics particularly REMINDS us of him..."
Whups!
Wow! Goggledog!
Thanks! I'm glad you think so too. You have one fine looking pup there, if I do say so myself. I hope he feels better soon!
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