Two days ago, I got a dog stuck in my hair.
Maybe some background will help.
Since last Friday, I've been dog-sitting for my next-door neighbor. His dog is a one-year-old chocolate lab named Daisy. Perhaps you can see where this is going.
We're playing right now, and mid-joyous jump on the squeaky ball, she remembered she needed to pee, and did so. Almost on the ball. Sometimes she gets up before she's finished and pees as she walks. Yesterday she peed on her leash.
Maybe some background will help.
Since last Friday, I've been dog-sitting for my next-door neighbor. His dog is a one-year-old chocolate lab named Daisy. Perhaps you can see where this is going.
We're playing right now, and mid-joyous jump on the squeaky ball, she remembered she needed to pee, and did so. Almost on the ball. Sometimes she gets up before she's finished and pees as she walks. Yesterday she peed on her leash.
*Mom * Last week she peed in the street, presumably from the sheer joy of seeing me as she went on her thrice daily walk. Dogs ALWAYS have to pee when they see me. You were probably too young to remember, but when we lived in Iowa we had this neighbor who had a weiner dog named Phoenix and whenever she saw us, she was scared and tucked her tail between her legs, the she peed in terror , then she realized, "I know these people and I just remembered that I LOVE THEM", then she would wag her tail in glee and flick pee all over everyone. Of course this was hilarious to her owners, but to us....not so much.
I think that's a rite of passage among weiner dogs. You're not really a weiner dog until you've tail-pee-flicked someone.
My legs are itchy from bugs, but if I leave to put sweatpants on, Daisy'll wake up the neighborhood. Oh well, moving on.
Because Daisy is a one-year-old lab, we have to lock her in the laundry room when we're not at her house.
I'm bleeding now. I should probably go put on some pants. I'm covered in bug bites, and- THERE IS ONE ON MY EAR. Why does that happen? My ear? Really? Anyway...
She's getting pushy about this whole 'play' thing. Nudging against my computer and squeaking the toy far too often. Every time she touches something with her face, she covers it in a fresh coat of slobber. My computer is no exception.
Where was I going with this? Right. Hair.
So, I feel bad if I leave her locked up for too long, but it gets too hot too quickly for her to hang out outside with us for any length of time, so I'll go over to her house and watch a movie in the basement, keeping an eye on her tearing around the house.
And I'm not being soft. I'll come over to let her out, and she'll have rearranged the enclosure she'd been kept in, covering the drain next to her cage, and extending the cage into the next room, all the while destroying everything she can reach.
It's become an adventure to go over there in the afternoon.
She's already destroyed two rolls of paper towels that my neighbor had left for me in the case of any accidents. This dog managed to destroy a Kong squeaky thing. That's where the ball we're currently playing with came from. Also, it used to be my dog Bailey's toy, but she doesn't care anymore.
Two nights ago, Mom and I were hanging out in Daisy's basement, trying to wear her out before putting her to sleep. I was making weird noises and faces, and just kind of messing with her, and of course she was going insane because of it. In a fun, puppy-like way.
Then I made the mistake of messing with her ears a little.
She veered right when I did this, connecting our heads with way more force than I would've liked. After switching to tackling me, it became apparent that something was wrong. My hair hurt, and Daisy couldn't get off of me. I was laughing too hard to really communicate my distress, but I eventually got my mom to understand that something was wrong and it had something to do with my head.
In the throes of playing with Daisy, my hair had gotten caught in her pincher collar, which of course she doesn't understand. When she realized she couldn't get away from me, the only logical step for her to take was to try harder. Which she did.
It took both of us to get Daisy calm, and my hair free, but we eventually did without ripping it out of my skull.
Also, there's a bee flying around my head, a spider somewhere on my chair, and a mosquito just landed on my finger. I'm so done with Summer nature, and it's only June 9th. dddddddddddddddd. <= That was Daisy. Now I have to clean her slobber off my keyboard.
I think that's a rite of passage among weiner dogs. You're not really a weiner dog until you've tail-pee-flicked someone.
My legs are itchy from bugs, but if I leave to put sweatpants on, Daisy'll wake up the neighborhood. Oh well, moving on.
Because Daisy is a one-year-old lab, we have to lock her in the laundry room when we're not at her house.
I'm bleeding now. I should probably go put on some pants. I'm covered in bug bites, and- THERE IS ONE ON MY EAR. Why does that happen? My ear? Really? Anyway...
She's getting pushy about this whole 'play' thing. Nudging against my computer and squeaking the toy far too often. Every time she touches something with her face, she covers it in a fresh coat of slobber. My computer is no exception.
Where was I going with this? Right. Hair.
So, I feel bad if I leave her locked up for too long, but it gets too hot too quickly for her to hang out outside with us for any length of time, so I'll go over to her house and watch a movie in the basement, keeping an eye on her tearing around the house.
And I'm not being soft. I'll come over to let her out, and she'll have rearranged the enclosure she'd been kept in, covering the drain next to her cage, and extending the cage into the next room, all the while destroying everything she can reach.
It's become an adventure to go over there in the afternoon.
She's already destroyed two rolls of paper towels that my neighbor had left for me in the case of any accidents. This dog managed to destroy a Kong squeaky thing. That's where the ball we're currently playing with came from. Also, it used to be my dog Bailey's toy, but she doesn't care anymore.
Two nights ago, Mom and I were hanging out in Daisy's basement, trying to wear her out before putting her to sleep. I was making weird noises and faces, and just kind of messing with her, and of course she was going insane because of it. In a fun, puppy-like way.
Then I made the mistake of messing with her ears a little.
She veered right when I did this, connecting our heads with way more force than I would've liked. After switching to tackling me, it became apparent that something was wrong. My hair hurt, and Daisy couldn't get off of me. I was laughing too hard to really communicate my distress, but I eventually got my mom to understand that something was wrong and it had something to do with my head.
In the throes of playing with Daisy, my hair had gotten caught in her pincher collar, which of course she doesn't understand. When she realized she couldn't get away from me, the only logical step for her to take was to try harder. Which she did.
It took both of us to get Daisy calm, and my hair free, but we eventually did without ripping it out of my skull.
Also, there's a bee flying around my head, a spider somewhere on my chair, and a mosquito just landed on my finger. I'm so done with Summer nature, and it's only June 9th. dddddddddddddddd. <= That was Daisy. Now I have to clean her slobber off my keyboard.
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