This is the face of a dirty dog…
She’s not always this filthy, just when she’s found someone who will wrestle with her when there is even the slightest amount of moisture available. Luckily, she then likes to dive into the water bucket (regardless of temperature) and splash around until she’s mostly clean. So I guess it’s not as bad as it could be, since she ‘somewhat’ takes a bath when she’s done playing. Bad dog trainer you say? Nah, I just say good doggie mom 😉 I often tell my clients that your dog’s behavior should not rely on what’s acceptable to other people. Only you get to make that decision. You just have to be sure that it’s you making the decision about what’s allowed and not your canine companion calling the shots. 🙂
Part two of randomness:
Unfortunately this little tidbit doesnt have a picture to go with it as I didn’t have the forethought to snap one when it happened.
Mark came in the house one evening after being outside working on things for a bit and as he was fiddling around in our bedroom with something, I kept hearing a strange noise. It was really like a squeak or high pitched ‘something-or-other.’ I swear we looked and dug around for probably 15 minutes searching for that sound. After a bit, I realized that the noise was moving when Mark moved, very weird!! We looked around and checked him out to see if we could determine what on earth was going on. We didn’t find a thing. At this point I was about to go nuts. I knew something was out of place and we couldn’t for the life of us figure it out. That is until Mark got tired of looking and started to go back into the living room. I don’t know how I saw it, but as he turned around I glanced at his waist and there behind his holster, tucked in a belt loop was a little cricket! I about fell down I was laughing so hard! What blew my mind was that normally crickets will make all the noise in the world until you get close to them, which is what makes them so hard to find. That little guy apparently thought it was dark enough and he was safe enough that he just kept chirping away and with him being tucked in a little space like that it distorted the sound just enough we couldn’t figure it out. Happy ending though, he hung on in that belt loop until Mark stepped outside and ‘freed’ the little bugger.
I should really have a third random story or tidbit to round this whole thing out, but honestly, I haven’t been feeling this blog the entire time I’ve been writing it. Sometimes it flows and sometimes it’s like trying to load cattle into a trailer without an alley…(for those of you non-cattle people, that’s hard). Anyways, good day and here’s to the next blog not sucking 🙂