An Extra Meaning

Linus talking about WonderDog:

(giggling) "If I stick my finger in her back hole, she starts sniffing!"


Army and I knew she was talking about the dog, so we both directed our complete attention to her. Turns out she was talking about sticking her finger in one of the back holes of the dog's kennel (she was in her kennel because we'd had company just a few minutes before).

Whew! She had us scared there for a minute.

And before anybody freaks out because she was in a kennel---she's not in there all the time, she actually likes her kennel and goes in there willingly, and yes, we did tell Linus that she could not stick her finger in there anymore!

An Extra Mission

I have a mission for y'all.  My morning was busy, busy, busy.  When I got home, I discovered WonderDog hath shat all over my room.  We're talking ALL OVER: the shutters, the carpet, my bed, the wall...you get the picture.  So, I'm in need of a new comforter/quilt/bedspread for my bed.  Unfortunately, it really needs to be a set since our house is on the market.  Right now I have one with gold tones in it, but I really love the blue/brown combo.  I'm really in to stripes right now, but it doesn't have to have stripes.  It can't come from somewhere like Amazon---I have to get it today or tomorrow.  I don't really care if it's a nice one or a cheap one, I've just GOT to get one.

So, anybody want to accept this mission and help me find a cute new one?  

Many thanks!!!

Extra Happy

Tomorrow we get WonderDog back. She's been at her trainer's place for two weeks.  We found this trainer back when we still had our first baby.  Henroid (not his real name, but his real nickname---and yes, it's spelled like that, not with an m) was a bit neurotic.  He was a Border Collie, which pretty much explains everything.  He could UNLOCK doors with his teeth, he could unwrap candy without you even knowing he'd been in it, he could jump higher than any dog I've ever seen, and he kept his toys in a particular place. If you got them out of order, he'd fix it right away.  I loved this dog immensely, but he really was neurotic.  He had a stroke at a young age, and things went downhill from there.  We took him to numerous vets trying to find a way to make his quality of life better.  We even took him to this trainer in hopes that he could help him with his neurotic tendencies.  We were hopeful that if we could calm him down, he'd stop having strokes.  In the end, we lost him.  I have a pic of Linus with him his last day. She loves that picture and often speaks of The Roid.  

Anyway, getting back to the trainer...as much as we love WonderDog, and as much as we've missed her, it's been SO easy not having her around.  I get to sleep through the night without her insanely loud snoring (she's 75 lbs, she sleeps on her back, and she has a big honking schnoz, need I say more?), I get to enjoy my evenings without her manly burps, and I don't have to walk her multiple times throughout the day.  I also haven't had to pick up dog hair as often as I usually do, though we all know dog hair is never truly gone for good.

Tonight, without knowing WonderDog is coming home tomorrow, Linus said, "We need to go get WD soon. I miss her. She misses me, and she's really worried about me."

I asked her how she knew.   "Wouldn't you miss me and worry about me?"  

Well, yes Linus, I would. 

Extra Rude!

My dog is extra rude. Actualy, she's quite disgusting. She's a regular size golden retriever, but her hiney is huge. I think it's as wide as mine. I'm not kidding. Right now she's got her winter coat, so it looks even bigger. Hmmm, wonder if mine looks larger when I wear my winter coat? Good thing it's not that cold here!


WonderDog isn't really tremendously fond of dog food. She doesn't get human food at all though. You have to invite her to eat over and over. How she developed her ample hiney is beyond me. She loves to drink though. She manages to get water from one end of the laundry room to the other. She also gets it about three feet up the wall near her bowls.

After every single meal, she burps two, sometimes three, times. We're talking BIG, manly, rumbling burps. LOUD ones. We always insist she gets one of her burps out before she ever leaves the laundry room. She usually does her second monstrous burp on the way to the back door.

Tonight when I fed her, she ate some then stopped. I encouraged her to eat some more. She looked at me in the eye, let out a tremendous belch, and went back to eating. Before she finished, she began whining. I went ahead and took her outside. While she's pottying, she lets out this HUGE burp.

Then I heard, "Army?" from the other side of the fence.

"No ma'am. It's Lanny. Everything ok?" She's an older lady who lives alone, so I was worried about her.

"No." Giggles. "I, well, I just heard you outside, that's all."

"Oh, no ma'am. That was the dog. I promise. It really wasn't me. Really. Oh my goodness. Really. I promise it wasn't me."

Yeah, I'm sure she believes it was the stupid dog. She probably thinks I'm the rudest neighbor she's ever had! Keep in mind, my dog does NOT bark. Seriously, I could count on one hand the number of times she's barked in her life. UGH! Damn dog! Now I get blamed for a horrid burp!