i love dogs. hate cats, love dogs. we've had many dogs...toby, molly, montana, bear (sniff). we're big dog people - labs, goldens. and as much as we love big dogs, we don't want one inside - we hate dog hair on furniture. it's gross and no vaccum
really cleans it up properly. and we don't spend enough time outside to make the dog be a part of the family (because why else would you have one??). so while we still love the big dogs, we've decided we are non-shedding, hypoallergenic, small dog people...which makes me laugh.
this weekend (and into this week) we've embarked on a new adventure - puppy sitting. not that the drew team has a lot going on right now...other than trying to get a church off the ground...so we thought we could easily manage a 2lb (i kid you not) inside, non-shedding, hypoallergenic dog. meet bogey.
within the first couple of hours we learned a few things.
1) i still love dogs
2) allen loves small, inside, non shedding dogs
3) avery loves dogs. even if it's a snake dressed like a dog.
4) addison hates dogs...or really anything that isn't human.
now, we
definitely kind of already knew this but thought that since he's so so so small she would overcome and conquer her fear. she hasn't. she stays on high ground and
screams at us calls out to us for anything she needs (food, water, bathroom, a hairbow, to change the movie), for fear that the dreaded 2lb monster that she could kick to the moon with her little toe will be in hot pursuit of her.
i will give her a small bit of credit in that he nips at your feet and pants leg....or really anything he can reach because it's not much. i will also say the above picture does not correctly display her emotion and lack of love for the dog. not even close.
avery, on the other hand, has loved having a
baby puppy to take care of. but he doesn't really go after her like he does addison...probably because he's always being pursued by her. in fact, this is what most of the day is like for him.
or
i know it drives him crazy to be carried, pulled and chased all day long...which is why most of the time he's trying to get here....
if you're wondering where "here" is...it's my lap. he's discovered i'm the only low-key one around this house so he is always under my feet. in fact, i stepped on him yesterday and thought i broke his little foot, which is the size of a peppermint. i didn't, so don't tell his other family that there was an injury. there may have also been a couple of vomiting instances, but we won't share those with them either. :)
and if he's not "here" he has to be here
because i can't make addison stay on the couch, in a chair, her bed, in the car, on my bed, or in the bathtub all day long for 5 days.
pitiful, i know.