We’ve had the pleasure of watching my in-laws dog, Elsie, since Sunday.
Here she is, being good.
Oh, yeah, you’re seeing that right.
She’s got a brown eye and a blue/brown eye.
And she’s evil. I don’t know if the photo caught that. But she is.
So yeah, basically it’s like having Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum following me around.
I look forward to being able to pee alone.
The Girls get along fairly well, except when there is food or toys involved.
Breakfast is a hoot as I need to separate them by miles and make sure that the other isn’t creeping around behind me.
Bed time is fun too as Bailey likes to sleep between us (for a little while) and Elsie loves attention, so they’re both stepping all over us, seeing which one can crush us with her sheer love.
Yesterday, Elsie took Beesess new ball (a comically large tennis ball) and what I call a “bear fight” ensued.
Right near The Joes. Because that’s the best place for 150+ pounds of dogs to fight.
Elsie wins and takes the ball, barking at me and wagging her tail.
In Bailey speak that’s a tease.
In Elsie speak, as I found out, that means “Get your goddamn hands away from my toy. Bitch.” And she leaped up, dragging her claws into the soft fleshy part of my wrist.
And by hilarity, I mean blood.
Elsie also hunts my cats, who have wisely decided to stay in the basement.
Bailey gets back at Elsie for asking to be petted by disemboweling and de-squeeking all of her toys.
With all of this fun, I have decided to take a hiatus.
No Internet for me for FOUR DAYS.
(no, not football, the constant oppression of two dogs who need to be petted ALL THE TIME.)