Stupid Stupid Stupid

Me. While trying to plane the front door so I could shut it, Duke took the opportunity of the open door to run. Naturally he thinks we are playing and wants to tease. Once again it was dark and I was running in flip flops trying to find a black dog. He traveled farther than he has before to the south and west in hitherto unexplored territory ignoring my calls which, no doubt, annoyed the people in the houses. FINALLY a wonderful young woman got him after 3 other failed attempts. He nearly got hit by a car. It was driven by a family with 2 dogs in the back so they slowed down for him. Of course I can yell NO and slap his hind quarters but he has no idea what he has done, why he is trouble or why I am soaked with sweat. I caught up with him at 13th and Harvard but he took in a couple extra blocks adding to our journey.

Death Wish Dog

The other day I noticed a wall plug pulled from its socket. Strange, I don't remember doing that but then there a lot of things I don't remember doing. Tonight I found the same plug removed and it had been chewed on, one wire bare. He must have finished off the chew toys and needs new ones.

Forget 62. I'm not gonna make it.

Tonight Duke was FULL of energy when I got home. When we went to the dog park, his leash became a problem. One of the other dog owners said "Go ahead and take it off, Duke is a good dog."And when this woman leaves who goes racing after her and her dog? He was caught by 2 other of the regulars. I hoped he got enough exercise but he was still rambunctious. The word "No!" was used very often. A neighbor gave me a new leash for him. Then when I am trying to fix the front door, he runs out and up the street again. I was lucky to catch him in a corner.
The dog who won't eat vegetables took a liking to sundried tomatoes. Maybe because they were in meatloaf but he liked them.

If I live to be 62....

We went ot SBUX this afternoon for the first time in a long time. The attention hound stole the show. We've had a wet weekend and so the rain started about the time it wastime to go. The dog who hates baths and getting wet, unless he is swimming insisted on having his head out the window it the heaviest of the rain. Go figure.I have to go to Target for food for him and it is going to be a madhouse because it's "tax free" weekend. Maybe I'll just go down the street and pay more.

Picnic Redux II

My fears have been realised. Though we ran out of black bean salad 3 days ago Duke has begun to fart. He cuts them very quietly with the most innocent look on his face but he can send me in search of an accident in a nanosecond. He's learning "down". "Fetch" is still more like hide and seek. He'll run after something, toss it into the air and then come back empty mouthed. I have to go now. You can guess why. I think the smell may be too much even for him.

Picnic redux

Not like acid redux! The doggie park crowd are not big "foodies" thus I had lots of black bean salad and beet salad left. Duke loved the black bean salad. Pray that he doesn't start farting. Then I tried him on the beet salad. (beets, apples and goat cheese) He picked around the apples but ate the rest. I should have known my dog would have an educated palate. I thought he might be worn out from 3 hours of exercise last night. Wrong!

The picnic

We had a picnic at the doggie park Saturday night. It was lots of fun with the dogs on their best behavior. It was amazing, none of the dogs went for the food table. Some begged but were turned away. Duke had mustard on his brow somehow. The dogs got LOTS of exercise. The food was good. Great hot dogs. It was a well lubricated crowd with margaritas and jello shots. I drank Limeade. We started at 6 and things were still going on at 9 when we left, though somehow I lost my garage door opener.