Yesterday the crazy human came home after abandoning us for the afternoon. When she walked in the door, it took forever to take in all the smells. My feelings were hurt that she had been with so many other dogs. Doesn't she get enough attention here at home? Is she not getting enough puppy love right here at Whitaker Manor? Yet again, I just don't get that crazy human.
But, I will confess, it didn't take long to forgive her of her transgressions. She brought a new bag in the house and put it on the counter. Somehow I knew there was something in there for me. (okay, it was for Kate and me, but let me have this one moment, will ya?) She reached in the bag and pulled out a new frisbee. It didn't take long for me to make it to the backyard.
I love playing frisbee with the human - even though she really needs some throwing lessons. I can never predict which way I need to run to catch that darn thing. And, there is quite a dilemma for me as to whether I will need to jump or get really low to the ground. There's no consistency, but it's fun nonetheless.
Since we had been at the house alone for what felt like forever, I will admit I was a little wound up. What happens next is what is up for debate. She was standing there about to throw the frisbee and for the life of me I don't know what was taking so long. Seemed like she was just standing there holding the frisbee while making a grocery list in her head. So, I did what any good dog would do. I ran and leapt into the air, opened my mouth as wide as I could and clamped down on the frisbee. So I thought.
When I made it back to the ground, much to my surprise, I didn't have a frisbee in my mouth. What I did have was the familiar taste of the human's skin. Okay, I guess I need to be honest here. I also detected a slight hint of blood, but it was only slight. I looked at the human who was holding her arm and speaking in a frantic tone. I did my best to look apologetic, but I just wasn't feeling it. After all, had she thrown the dang frisbee when she was supposed to none of this would have happened. I am happy to report the she got over feeling bad about making me bite her and she threw the frisbee for a while. We had lots of fun.
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Saturday, October 2, 2010
Single and Living Alone
When I tell people that I am single and that I live alone, I guess I am not really being honest. There is great beauty in being able to do what you want when you want. And, one of my favorites, having what you want for dinner - whether that's a frozen dinner, a bowl of cereal, or nothing at all. There are no other humans to plan around and most of the time that's really nice. So why am I being dishonest? It's because I live with two dogs. Here's a perfect example....
It's Friday night and it's been a long week. No particular reason why it was a long week, it just was. I think about what I would like to have for dinner and of course my first thought is "I think I'll hit a drive-thru." And then, I remember a promise I made to myself after my last drive thru experience - no more eating food obtained while driving up to a speaker and sitting on my fat butt ordering an unhealthy meal only to drive forward and receive my food thru my car window. If I can't be physical enough to get out of the car and walk to get my food, then I don't need it.
If I have to get out of the car, I'm going to go for something that taste better than fast food, and then it hits me - I want to make some hummus and have it with these new pita chips I bought at the store earlier this week along with a Bocca burger. I call a friend and we discuss hummus recipes and then the mission begins. But, as I walk in the grocery store they have piped the smell of rotisserie chicken thru the air conditioner vent and like a zombie, I end up standing in front of them staring at them like I have just reunited with an old lover. I decide to walk away and go find the chickpeas and then again, like a zombie, I am in front of those dang chickens staring at them again. Somehow I mustered up the strength to find my way to the chickpeas and Bocca burgers and leave the store. Victory is mine and I am so proud and excited about my hummus adventure.
As I pull in the drive, I see the little white face and the little brown face peeking under the blinds. Both of their heads are vibrating back and forth because the other end is wiggling out of control. This particular sight is one of the best parts of my day. I am very excited about seeing the girls and being greeted with such enthusiasm. I put the key in the door, make my way in, great the girls and proceed to the kitchen counter with the grocery bags. I set them on the counter and look down and see the note.
Susan, the dog walker extraordinaire, left me the following, "found an empty bag of pita chips on the living room floor." By the look on Kate's face, I believe this would be her interpretation...
So, yes, I am single and live alone. And, for the most part I don't have to worry about someone eating the last one of something. If it's gone, I was that "someone." Unless, I forget to put the pita chips in the pantry and have the audacity to leave them out on the counter.
BTW...I made the hummus anyway and it was delish. Would have been better on pita chips, but because of this situation, I discovered that cherry tomatoes are good dipped in a cilantro jalapeno hummus.
It's Friday night and it's been a long week. No particular reason why it was a long week, it just was. I think about what I would like to have for dinner and of course my first thought is "I think I'll hit a drive-thru." And then, I remember a promise I made to myself after my last drive thru experience - no more eating food obtained while driving up to a speaker and sitting on my fat butt ordering an unhealthy meal only to drive forward and receive my food thru my car window. If I can't be physical enough to get out of the car and walk to get my food, then I don't need it.
If I have to get out of the car, I'm going to go for something that taste better than fast food, and then it hits me - I want to make some hummus and have it with these new pita chips I bought at the store earlier this week along with a Bocca burger. I call a friend and we discuss hummus recipes and then the mission begins. But, as I walk in the grocery store they have piped the smell of rotisserie chicken thru the air conditioner vent and like a zombie, I end up standing in front of them staring at them like I have just reunited with an old lover. I decide to walk away and go find the chickpeas and then again, like a zombie, I am in front of those dang chickens staring at them again. Somehow I mustered up the strength to find my way to the chickpeas and Bocca burgers and leave the store. Victory is mine and I am so proud and excited about my hummus adventure.
As I pull in the drive, I see the little white face and the little brown face peeking under the blinds. Both of their heads are vibrating back and forth because the other end is wiggling out of control. This particular sight is one of the best parts of my day. I am very excited about seeing the girls and being greeted with such enthusiasm. I put the key in the door, make my way in, great the girls and proceed to the kitchen counter with the grocery bags. I set them on the counter and look down and see the note.
Susan, the dog walker extraordinaire, left me the following, "found an empty bag of pita chips on the living room floor." By the look on Kate's face, I believe this would be her interpretation...
The crazy human walked in and the mood was so fun. She was smiling and laughing and I know she was impressed by my wild wiggling. Fondue was trying to out cute me by using her little "woo woo" voice, but I know that the crazy human loves my wiggles just as much. And then it happened. I am no scientist, but I am not sure how the temperature can get so chilly in a room while fire is coming of the human's nostrils, but it can happen. I immediately assumed the "I am so sorry, I won't do it again (even though she knows that I will) pose." Then there wasn't just fire from the nostrils, there was smoke from the ears, at this point I begin to shake uncontrollably. She picked up the thing on the wall and began talking into it and she was very animated, I shook a little more. Then I sensed the human's mood change and she left the room. I stayed away from her because I was a bit afraid. It didn't last long and to be honest - I'd do it all over again. I am after all, just a dog and I don't have the ability to understand that she was pissed about the pita chips. Oh, guess I just confessed that I did understand, oh well, they sure were good!
So, yes, I am single and live alone. And, for the most part I don't have to worry about someone eating the last one of something. If it's gone, I was that "someone." Unless, I forget to put the pita chips in the pantry and have the audacity to leave them out on the counter.
BTW...I made the hummus anyway and it was delish. Would have been better on pita chips, but because of this situation, I discovered that cherry tomatoes are good dipped in a cilantro jalapeno hummus.
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