Modern Dog Blog

So, I’m in Wyoming visiting my Mom. Who owns not one, not two, but three pugs. Yes, three. She’s crazier than I am. Of course, I brought my dogs, so that brings the total in the house up to five. Pugs that is. Then add the goofy Labrador and the Border Collie, it’s a bit chaotic. Oh, and did I mention the baby?

Mom is at work, so I’m here alone with this freak show. They are, exuberant, to say the least. My dogs are giddy with the freedom of the dog door and have been racing in and out all day long. My Mom’s older dogs, JB and Piper mostly slept on the couches, but her puppy, dear heavens that puppy. Simi is busy. Very very busy. He’s in, he’s out, he’s in my face, he’s on the bed, he’s bringing me q-tips, he’s back outside. Holy crap.

I was checking email this morning and he brought me a q-tip. At least he brings them to you. Then I get up, and discover that he’s brought dirt clods in the house and strung them all over the hallway. I get the vacuum to clean that up, and the door bell rings. I’m sorry, all the training in the world isn’t keeping seven dogs quiet when the door bell rings. They go nuts, I go out to get my box. I come back in to put the baby down and Simi bolts out the door to say hi to the nice FedEx lady, who thank dawg, was nice and stopped so he could maul her with kisses and I could catch him. Cause Simi comes to Mom, but not so much to me. So here I am, baby in one arm, 20 lbs of pug puppy in the other trying to figure out how to get in the door. I was winded. Fatties, both of them.

Finally I get the hall vacuumed, and I call Mom to complain about her beast, look down and there is a trail of q-tips from the bedroom door to the bathroom – when did he have time to do THAT? And Simi is on Mom’s bed with dirt everywhere and a bone he pilfered from my room downstairs. I swear, he was JUST outside with that bone not two minutes ago. Busy, busy, busy.

I gave up and shut all the doors, thinking I could keep an eye on him better than way. But he’s good. Slick, that one. Not really bad though, just busy. He and Teak have teamed up and are racing around the house together, in and out the door, up over couches and tables. We are agility pugs, we are. Tables are no reason to stop. The baby was cracking up at them racing around, which made me crack up, cause how cool is it that she’s thinks dogs playing is funny?

Dyson has been suspiciously absent most of the day, hunting bunnies I suppose. Remember last year when he pulled boards up off the deck because he got in trouble for digging to get to the bunnies? Ya, that was fun. I’m afraid to go outside.

Mom came home for lunch, and everyone raced in to say hello, I heard Dyson crawling through the dog door, which was built for 20lb dogs mind you – he’s 100. His head barely fits through, I’m not really sure what gymnastics he performs to get through the dog door, but he’s doing it regularly. Mom starts laughing, says “Look at your dog” and I turn and the poor dog door has given up the fight. The entire door has come out of the wall and is stuck around Dyon’s middle. Seriously, if my Dad were here, he’d kill us both. Me and Dyson that is. It was funny. But dear lord, animal, seriously?

They are finally, finally all worn out and lined up on the couches sleeping. There is a lot of snoring going on, and while I’d love to get a picture of it for you, if I move, the moment will be ruined. Karma and Piper are sleeping on one couch, and the rest of the pugs and Dyson are lined up on the other like little doggie dominoes. Poor Simi looks absolutely exhausted. He’s been busy, you know.

Posted on May 8th, 2009 by michelle
Filed under: My dogs, Random run ins