Thursday, February 24, 2011

Let's Call Him What He Is...

Finally B returned home from this week's business trip around 8 this evening.  Good thing because I was about half past crazy.  All in all it has been a decent week and his trip was rather brief.  I've had more energy thanks to the increasing number of daylight hours, nice weather and frequent visits to Starbucks, thus I've been able to accomplish more which always leaves me in a better mood.  Since it's not immediately dark-as-midnight when I get home from work at 5:15 anymore, I allow the Nugg and his Doodle ample romping time in the great outdoors before we return inside for dinner noms.  Today would have been no exception, but they were in rare form and extremely on my nerves.  After the 5th time of being wrapped 38 different ways between 2 leashes, I put an immediate stop to any and all fun that would be had outside by these 2 for the rest of the day.  Inside we marched.  And everyone had dinner in silence.
Due to the short duration of outdoor play, their nonsense quickly resumed once dinner was finished.  They resumed eating each other's faces, eating each other's tails, Nugget was pulling Oscar through the house by his collar, Oscar was eating Nugget's ears, Nugget was barking, Oscar was growling, Nugget was wailing, they were fighting over a tennis ball, Oscar was jumping on and off the couch, rinse and repeat.  This went on for almost a 2 solid hours.  Once B came through the door, they acted like fools for less than 5 minutes, jumping up and barking at him.  A reunion of all reunions.  And then they both laid quietly under the table while we ate dinner.  Wait, what?  Who are these dogs?  And where did my beasts go?  (Not that I was complaining!)
So I took advantage of the peace and quiet to get a few things done around the house - namely laundry, which is most difficult with the Tasmanian Doodle is tearing through the place.  But just in case the beast would arise, I did put up the gate at the end of the hall.  Well then all hell broke loose.  The overgrown crybaby (as he shall now affectionately be referred) began wailing and whimpering and crying.  Oh.  My.  Goodness.  He doesn't want anything to do with me... until we are apart.  And then he cries.  And cries.  And cries.  And cries.  Absolutely ridiculous.  But shoot, I love the heck out of him.  And I super duper love that he misses me when I'm in the next room and he can't see me.  Aww!  At least somebody wants and needs me!


  1. Hehe, I know what you mean. Smetimes Sherman is the only one who knows where I am!

  2. I think blogger ate my comment:)

    I know what you mean, sometimes Sherman is the only one who knows where I am! He's the only one who cares:)

  3. Oh I think thats how my husband feels when I leave every week for work!


  4. I have that same issue with one of my cats. She cannot tolerate having a closed door between us. At least if I ever hit my head in the bathroom I'll have company :)

  5. Aww...of course he loves you! They are both such cute pups.
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