It's official. My home has been taken over by animals.
Dogs, to be exact.
Three of 'em.
There are days when I feel I exist solely for the purpose of serving their every whim and I live at their mercy. God I love them, but sometimes having three large dogs in the house is akin to living with three hairy bundles of happy, follow you everywhere, four-legged love. Heavy on the hairy bundles. There is Missy (the Rottweiller) constantly showing us her butt, demanding an explanation as to the whereabouts of her tail; and Allie, who has a tail which she wags with such enthusiasm at times I think she's going to break it off, and then there is Rumbeau.
Earlier I was vacuuming the carpeted stairs, making my way up from the basement, commenting to myself at the endless supply of dog hair seemingly wedged into every nook and cranny. With each step the hair multiplied. Hell bent in the seriousiness of the task, my inner dialogue went something like this:
I just vacuumed this weekend! Where is it all coming from? Gawd, I'm so sick of all this black hair. It's everywhere! Clearly, I wasn't in a good mood at the time. I swear...no more big dogs...next time it's a pappy or a westie. Or something hairless. Completely and totally hairless. I'm so sick of all this black hair! Argh!!! They mass produce this stuff...I swear it's going to ruin this vacuum! Maybe we should have got the industrial model.
There I am, swearing, cussing, and vowing to never allow another hairy four-legged, slobbering creature into my life, my house and my home...ever again!...when out of nowhere a fuzzy, squeaky toy drops on the step right in the path of the vacuum head. I stop and look up.
Perched above, with both paws strategically dangling over the top step, is Rumbeau, resting his head on his paws. Looking right at me with that face.
You know the face...
That look...
I'm a horrible, horrible person.
And my dog can read minds.
He knows...he always knows.
.·:*¨¨*:·. Until one has loved an animal, a part of one's soul remains unawakened. --Anatole France .·:*¨¨*:·.
5 comments:
Awwww.....at least you have dogs and not cats! I woke this morning to cats in heat!!! Princess barking her head off thinking someone is being murdered on our back porch! Yes! THey were doin it on MY porch!!!
Heh heh heh -
Ah yes - dogs, ya' gotta love 'em!
I know exactly where you're coming from - got 4 big hair beasties here with me - - --- Two under this desk - no my feet are not there but they would be warmer if they were!). Don't ask me how they fit in there one is 56 lbs the other about 50lbs (a mother/daughter pair)
--- Another not 3 ft away on the left
--- and the fourth about 5ft away on the right.
Yesterday I swept the kitchen with thoughts of geeze I just swept this the other day as I got this huge mound of fluffy hair - enough for a sweater I'm sure. Then the floor got washed - twice. Now - it's raining and that floor - well, it'll wait until it's next cleaning. LOL
Dogs - sometimes my sanity break, other times my route to insanity! ;-)
Cathy
http://journals.aol.com/cathyterv/PictureWindow
there's pics of them scattered in the journals,
and here's a link that has them all together.....
http://journals.aol.com/cathyterv/TheGardenPath/entries/264
Hi Dona...you love `em really...lol! I didn`t realise you had THREE dogs, I knew you had Rummy and Allie but Missy? Is she your dog? :o))
Sandra xxxx
Missy, the third dog, belongs to the youngest who moved back home last month. She brought her cat, Ki, with her as well.
Oh too funny!! And he is too cute!!!
Linda :)
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