Slurp!
The bedtime ritual at my house continues to this day, even though the Mrs. has been gone for almost two years. If Katie was bugging me, Wendi would clap her hands and Katie would dive under the bed at bedtime. You have to understand that our bed was kind of like an ark. The two pussycats had their spots, I had mine, and Wendi just kind of had to fend for herself because she would not disturb the boys. The dog, though was another matter.
To this day, most nights Katie at bedtime will dive under the bed even though it's just me. OK, me and her. OK, me and her and Bucket.
My dogs have pet names. Get the pun? "Pet" names? Kaite is known around here as Kaite, or the "did" (short for Katie Did). Dumb dumb also works as Katie is not the brightest K9 that ever walked the planet. She's very loving, though.
Bucket also has his pet names. Like "Slurp". Bucket, the wondermutt, is very affectionate and also very jealous. Right now, he's laying on his back, paws up in the air, and stretched out on the other side of the bed. Also kind of comical to me is the fact that the dogs would rather sleep on my side of the bed vs the other 2/3 of my king size bed. Bucket usually sleeps on the pillows by my head. Right by my head. Sometimes, he tries to sleep ON my head. But only if Kaite isn't cowering under the bed.
Big dumb dog.
I hate doggy slobber. The dog hairs are bad enough. Sometimes a coat will get so bad that I have to tell people I got it at the JC Penney dog hair collection. Lint rollers are a must. I also found out that dryer sheets, en masse' will help remove dog hairs from fleece. Duct tape works well, too. There just isn't enough brushing these two to keep them from shedding. It's the bad part of owning these two, but honestly, I don't know what I'd do without them
And then, I sometimes don't know what to do with them, either.
Especially when they're playing the doggie alarm clock. Bucket starts out by using Kaite as a chew toy, she chews back, and the next thing I know, I'm getting trampled by doggie feet.
Buckey is a jealous little(?) thing, too. If Katie wants some attention, Buck will try to wiggle in, or sit on my head. Tonight I was laying around on the sofa watching some TV and there was Buck, jumping on me and trying to be a lapdog. He's far too big for a lapdog but he doesn't seem to either know this, much less care about this. Half the fun is watching him try to curl up on the couch with me... especially because he knows he's not allowed on the couch.
I enjoy my mutts. They're good company to me and make the days go by a little easier. It's kind of hard to have a bad day when you walk in the door and find two furry people who don't care how your day went. They just know you're home and they're glad to see you. Bucket refuses to let me have a bad day!
I'm blessed that I have these two.
Well, that's all for the blog, but by no stretch of the imagination is that all I have going on in my life. One of these days I'm gonna have a great story to tell! Trust me! But that day is not today.
To this day, most nights Katie at bedtime will dive under the bed even though it's just me. OK, me and her. OK, me and her and Bucket.
My dogs have pet names. Get the pun? "Pet" names? Kaite is known around here as Kaite, or the "did" (short for Katie Did). Dumb dumb also works as Katie is not the brightest K9 that ever walked the planet. She's very loving, though.
Bucket also has his pet names. Like "Slurp". Bucket, the wondermutt, is very affectionate and also very jealous. Right now, he's laying on his back, paws up in the air, and stretched out on the other side of the bed. Also kind of comical to me is the fact that the dogs would rather sleep on my side of the bed vs the other 2/3 of my king size bed. Bucket usually sleeps on the pillows by my head. Right by my head. Sometimes, he tries to sleep ON my head. But only if Kaite isn't cowering under the bed.
Big dumb dog.
I hate doggy slobber. The dog hairs are bad enough. Sometimes a coat will get so bad that I have to tell people I got it at the JC Penney dog hair collection. Lint rollers are a must. I also found out that dryer sheets, en masse' will help remove dog hairs from fleece. Duct tape works well, too. There just isn't enough brushing these two to keep them from shedding. It's the bad part of owning these two, but honestly, I don't know what I'd do without them
And then, I sometimes don't know what to do with them, either.
Especially when they're playing the doggie alarm clock. Bucket starts out by using Kaite as a chew toy, she chews back, and the next thing I know, I'm getting trampled by doggie feet.
Buckey is a jealous little(?) thing, too. If Katie wants some attention, Buck will try to wiggle in, or sit on my head. Tonight I was laying around on the sofa watching some TV and there was Buck, jumping on me and trying to be a lapdog. He's far too big for a lapdog but he doesn't seem to either know this, much less care about this. Half the fun is watching him try to curl up on the couch with me... especially because he knows he's not allowed on the couch.
I enjoy my mutts. They're good company to me and make the days go by a little easier. It's kind of hard to have a bad day when you walk in the door and find two furry people who don't care how your day went. They just know you're home and they're glad to see you. Bucket refuses to let me have a bad day!
I'm blessed that I have these two.
Well, that's all for the blog, but by no stretch of the imagination is that all I have going on in my life. One of these days I'm gonna have a great story to tell! Trust me! But that day is not today.
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