Here are 3 stories that come to mind. They're sorta funny, sorta gross, and sorta dumb... but that's Steve for ya!
Too Many Dogs in the Kitchen
While we're away at work, Steve hangs out in our kitchen. We're still not sure we can trust him with full run of the house. It's not uncommon for me to come home and find something (a tupperware bowl, a dishtowel, sections of the floor...) chewed into smithereens and scattered all over the kitchen. So when I walked in to find a plastic bag ripped to pieces the other day, I just assumed he remembered how to nose up the lid to our garbage and find a "toy." Later that evening, after Steve had his dinner and we were all sitting around watching TV, he began whining and was acting really strange. Finally, he got up and BARFED the biggest pile of undigested food I've ever seen! After he did this 3 or 4 more times we started getting concerned. Then I remembered the plastic bag - a scrap of which said "Hot dog Buns." I asked Mike if he happened to leave a bag of buns on the counter and, sure enough, he had. A FULL bag. No wonder he puked.
Vanity Can Smack You in the Head
Steve is fully aware of how pretty he is. The location of his bed provides an unobstructed view of the full length mirror down the hall. Sometimes he'll lay there and gaze at his beautiful reflection - or walk down the hall for a closer look (leaving wet nose smudges all over it as proof). One day, while on a walk around our neighborhood, we passed a shiny black car parked on the side of the road. Steve noticed his handsome reflection on the side of it, and watched in awe as he trotted by. So captivated by the view, he neglected to watch where he was going and ran straight into a tree! I couldn't help but laugh out loud at the clumsy dork... he was obviously very embarrassed.
Don't Fence Me In
It's been about a year since we moved into our house - and it took almost that long to build the fence in our backyard for Stevie to play in. We imagined he would be eternally grateful for the leash-free romping room it would provide. Not to mention Mike's and my freedom from always having to take him on walks. However, as it turns out, he DOES love the backyard... as long as we hang with him. Expect him to stay back there by himself?? Never. At least not until we fill some gaps.
Well there you have it. It may not be meaningful but hey, it's a blog!
3 comments:
Oh Steve. That little rascal! I love that he was acting like Vanity Smurf, and then ran into a tree. What a dork! And the picture is perfect.
YAY for Hailey!!!! Official Props to you!
Nice fence, looking forward to seeing it person :) - Steve cracks me up.... make sure to find some boulders to place around the edge of the fence, they are a great digging deterant and so is pea gravel.... at least for our dogs anyway.
I'm so happy you added another post to your blog. I remember in the middle of the night hearing a loud clank in the kitchen, not thinking much about it, I went back to sleep. In the Morning I found the empty glass tray on the counter--nothing remaining of the 2dozen mini cupcakes I had baked for a church activity. Coco had climbed up and tipped the tray with her paws, then ate all the cupcakes, including the paper! I guess we're lucky they weren't chocolate, and that she didn't break the tray. Lucky thing she didn't puke them up either. Poor Steve, and poor Hailey and Mike who have to clean up his messes. Great stories. And I love the fence! We plan on getting an invisible fence to keep Coco in, hopefully it will work. Keep writing!
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