Flash, leave it alone!

[trystinn]

I have become a harridan wandering the house picking up messes he has made (socks, gloves, tp rolls, boxes, paperbacks, etc.) while listening attentively for his next adventure, to which I'll holler "leave it alone, Flash!" as I double-time it to the newest scene of the crime. I'm doubly frustrated by the fact that when you do catch the doofus doing something, he just looks up at you and has what I can only describe as a voluntary attack of gravity. He throws himself onto his back, all four legs hanging floppily in the air and looks at you with the "but mamma, its not what it looks like" on his sweet little puppy face. The minute I finish cleaning up one mess, he's on to another.

Yesterday's mess list: One leather glove (hubby's), two boxes, one shoe (mine), three bottles from the recycling bin, two garbage cans, one rabbit water bottle, and a plastic bowl (stolen from the RV, I assume). Don't even ask me about the pine cones, I've lost track.

Then there's the barking: He barks at the wind, at the cows around the block, at the other dogs when they are napping on the sofa, at people sitting on the sofa, at the dragonfish (can't blame him on that one, if I were a dog, so would I). Barks at us snuggling in bed, at Gracie playing with her tennis balls, at the cat napping up out of his reach. He barks at us while we cook in the kitchen, while we go to the bathroom and while we do our chores.

Dear Gods, he's lucky we let him live.

Comments

[wild-heart.livejournal.com]

Yet another reason why I love dogs . . . at other people's homes.

[tryst-inn.livejournal.com]

My parents used to say that my little sister Emily is the reason they stopped having children. (I'm voting it was probably the vasectomy) Flash will be the reason we stop having dogs, if I'm a betting woman.

On a brighter note, his overwhelming brattiness has lowered Gracie's brat level by comparison. Now *that* takes doing.

[goddessmusings.livejournal.com]

I feel your pain. I spend a lot of time yelling, "Sammy, drop it!" At almost 8, I was seriously hoping he'd have grown out of this by now, but alas, my Golden Retriever *still* finds crap to get into.

[tryst-inn.livejournal.com]

Oh dear Gods, you too? In other news, the cat left me a skinned bird under my desk this morning.

Can you feel the love? Hopefully while wearing shoes?

[seastormwitch.livejournal.com]

Oy. I have those days too. When the chihuahua decides that every little noise is bark-worthy or when the cats (4 of them now) can't get along...or worse, they DO get along and combine forces to destroy something. Lately it's been the Kittens VS. Yule Tree, with the kittens coming in clearly ahead.

[tryst-inn.livejournal.com]

Oh my Gods...is that one of your kittens in your icon???

[seastormwitch.livejournal.com]

*LOL* No, but it's a damn good icon isn't it?

[tryst-inn.livejournal.com]

Mesmerizing!

[paigemom.livejournal.com]

I'm worried that Keely is going to start thinking that Karl's full name is "Karl, no, you stupid dog!"

He just turned 1 on Monday. He may live to see 2 -- IF he stops trying to herd the cats!

[tryst-inn.livejournal.com]

Josh has already declared that Flash's full name is 'Damnit Flash". At the moment he is barking at the cat who is only trying to eat his brunch in peace. His other cheap trick is to lock himself in the walk in closet when Fudge is napping on my bureau in there.

At some point The Right Reverend Fudge (aforementioned 16 pound cat) is going to give the puppy a lesson in respect and in all honesty, I can't wait for class to begin.