FoodLady Chronicles – Dobby boo-boo, the girls’ great adventure, and wtf happened to my shower?! edition:

Okay, today has been a challenge. To begin, Dobby is still resting comfortably and we will be going to the vet at 16:00. He has an ankle ouchie and whimper-cried all night which caused me and Darrin to basically worry and pet him all night until Darrin grabbed a couple hours of sleep in the recliner. All basic functions are in good shape, no overt injury, and continues to eat, drink, and eliminate normally. If he were still crying we would have left already.

So, what you may not know is that Senõr Dobby serves a *very* important function during yard play time known as, “no-one can be bored or I tackle them.” Having the Dobinator around reduced fence breakthrough attempts by Ms. DumpyTruck Ziesa by 100%. Well, while I evaluated the Dobster, Ms. Ziesa & Ms. Piper went on an adventure! (Thankfully, Mr. SamSam & Mr. Humphrey stayed in the yard!) Their doggie adventure led Ms. Piper to a treasured resource beloved by many dogs, the glorious HORSIE POOP! Remember, it’s both a perfume AND a snack! *deep sigh*

To be fair to Ms. Ziesa, she either did not make it all the way to the horsie poop or, if she did, she chose not to partake. On the other hand, Ms. Piper apparently indulged herself by diving into, rolling around in, and maybe even performing a little dance of joy upon that frangrant pile of treasure and she was so very *proud* of her new scent.

When I put her into the shower (giving her a 2nd bath in 12 hours, btw) I looked up and saw the shower head is completely broken off at the threads. **blinks stupidly** okay, that’s new.

I used the handheld hose and now she smells less like horsie and more like green tea & bergamot. Conversely the bathroom smells a bit horsie.

Today, has been a day.

❤❤❤

Love,

FoodLady

Random Dog Training Class

So last night my friend enrolled in a dog training class told me I should bring the Dobster to training class so we could see each other (being an adult and trying to have friends is hard). So I did. Other than randomly “woo-wooing!” inappropriately when other dogs were taking their turn he did really well. I could wax poetic about the Rock Dobster and how much I love the little dork, but there was another dog in class that was so cute she physically hurt me. Her name is Gerta (squeee!) and we should all give thanks that I am not her person because y’all, I would ruin that dog. Whatever she would want would be hers for as long as she wanted it. She snortles. She is happiness incarnate. She is Gerta and she is loved by many!

Gerta 1 — Not a great picture…but gives you a good idea of her size.

Gerta & Dobby — Again, not a great photo but Dobby loves her too!

Gerta 2 — But lookit! Lookit da snortly Gerta! Love her!

FoodLady Chronicles – Home Alone Edition:

Dear dogs, I know. I know we’ve been in and out of the house too many times and out for far too long the past few days and I’m really sorry. Still, I’m a little concerned/confused at your new latched door-opening skillset and am mildly concerned you may have found and eaten a person with questionable taste in footwear.

Allow me to explain.

We arrived home from today’s family/friends shenaniganry to find all the dogs joyfully romping in the yard. Uh….okay? When we left them they were all safely locked in the house. The main gate was (thankfully) still latched and everyone was safe and present. It appears that they used Humphrey to open the screen door (he stands up on his hind legs and opens the screen door by walking awkwardly backwards (it’s freakin’ hilarious to watch)) and then maybe they worked in tandem to throw Dobby at the closed door secured from the outside with a hook & eye latch until it opened? Not really sure, just know they were pleased in a “look what we can do!” way.

All of that was at least explainable…where it got a bit weirder was the discovery of a chewed up and destroyed sequined high-heeled flip flop in the living room (wtf?!). Some of y’all may not know me very well but rest assured knowing I do not own anything sequined nor would I ever survive walking in a high-heeled flip flop.

That’s all that was found. It just makes me wish I had them on a surveillance camera(s) to see what the hell they were up to while we were out because it seems like they were really busy.

Love,
FoodLady