She is the smartest dog we have owned in 41 years of marriage. She is without anxiety other than a growing fear of thunderstorms. She loves her runs on the islands, and sadly she has been killing ground hogs despite my commands which are always too slow before she gets them by the nap of the neck and shakes them. Well the damn dog is watching tv, and beginning to understand too much of our language. We now have to spell things out like we were dealing with a four year old child.
I like to have ice cream at night and our ritual is to spray some whipped cream on the floor every time we have ice cream to give her a treat. She also loves golf cart rides where she runs beside the cart. We cannot say golf cart without her going crazy. So we have been using the initial GC, but the damn dog has figured out what we are talking about. When we are getting whipped cream, we make an a sound like whipped cream coming out of the can. She hears that sound from the can or us and comes running to the kitchen. Well for popcorn we simply say the damn word and she goes nuts, and now we cannot even spell it without her catching on to what we are talking about. The other day, I was cleaning my keyboard with compressed air and she comes sailing from the bedroom at full speed to get her whipped cream. I had to show her the difference and needless to say she was piszed at me. When she is piszed she lays down with her back to my wife or me. When she is happy with me she jumps up into my lazy boy and cuddles between my thigh and the arm rest where she will fall asleep. She demands at times that I put my laptop on the shelf so she can jump in my lap. We feel like this whole thing is spinning out of control, and she may be driving the car next week, and making a grocery list of just whipped cream and popcorn. I guess being a sick old fart does give you new priorities.
I like to have ice cream at night and our ritual is to spray some whipped cream on the floor every time we have ice cream to give her a treat. She also loves golf cart rides where she runs beside the cart. We cannot say golf cart without her going crazy. So we have been using the initial GC, but the damn dog has figured out what we are talking about. When we are getting whipped cream, we make an a sound like whipped cream coming out of the can. She hears that sound from the can or us and comes running to the kitchen. Well for popcorn we simply say the damn word and she goes nuts, and now we cannot even spell it without her catching on to what we are talking about. The other day, I was cleaning my keyboard with compressed air and she comes sailing from the bedroom at full speed to get her whipped cream. I had to show her the difference and needless to say she was piszed at me. When she is piszed she lays down with her back to my wife or me. When she is happy with me she jumps up into my lazy boy and cuddles between my thigh and the arm rest where she will fall asleep. She demands at times that I put my laptop on the shelf so she can jump in my lap. We feel like this whole thing is spinning out of control, and she may be driving the car next week, and making a grocery list of just whipped cream and popcorn. I guess being a sick old fart does give you new priorities.