ON AT LEAST FOUR (4) DIFFERENT OCCASIONS.
Millers
27 Jun 2012 11 Comments
in Off Topic Tags: Arlo, Disappointment, Dog Fail, Dogs, fail, Halo, Humour, Maggie, Otis, Sienna
Filthy little bastard.
Jamie is fighting a losing battle against crickets in her garage. I’m fighting a losing battle with millers in my bedroom. Little bastards.
At the end of my day I like to get in bed and read. This last week I’ve been swarmed by millers. They land on my face and when I try to shriek, “KILL THE NASTY!” they fly in my mouth. Then they tangle in my hair, crawl on my arms and try to pluck out my eyes. Last night I discovered they feel moist when they do the creep walk, which sent me into screaming heebie jeebie convulsions.
Otis and Maggie used to be Miller Killers. I would shriek, “KILL THE NASTY!” and they would leap to the head of the bed and snap them out of the air. This summer Halo and Arlo have decided to pitch a bitch fit if anyone moves on the bed, so when I shriek, “KILL THE NASTY!” Maggie and Otis look at me like I’ve ordered their execution. Otis still tries. He worms (fat ass in the air, front legs by his sides, top of his head on the bed, back legs pushing) his way up me, lays on my chest and tries to catch millers, but to be frank, he sucks. He snaps, drools, decides he wants to be a baby, and rolls onto his back while millers pummel both of us.
Otis looking for Nasties.
This has turned my relaxing time into an hour of screaming, flailing and name calling. When I turn the light out I fall into a terrorized exhausted sleep. It’s helped my insomnia, but at what cost? I’m supposed to be the boss, but I’m reduced to giving orders no one follows. What’s next? Will intruders be given a cup of coffee and a donut?
You just can’t find good help these days.
Good Morning Starshine
31 May 2012 8 Comments
in Dog Stories, Off Topic Tags: Arlo, Dogs, Halo, Humour, Maggie, Otis, Sienna, WTF
This is how I woke up this morning.
Dog feet hovering over my face.
I guess it could have been worse, it could have been dog ass in my face.
Yeah, like that’s never happened.
Halo is part hound dog so she sleeps flat on her back with her feet in the air.
She usually sleeps down by my knees so it isn’t an issue, but when she creeps up by my waist I have huge, nasty dog feet in my face.
Sleeping with 5 dogs is a delicate balance. Everyone has their place: Sienna & Otis at the foot of the bed, Maggie on one side, Halo on the other and Arlo by my head. Arlo tends to use my face as a pillow and that’s almost as annoying as dog feet in my face, but not quite. Most of them sleep on the floor in the summer, and I don’t know what to do with all the room in my bed. It’s a little slice of heaven. But in the winter when it’s freezing outside and I’m between two bitches with head and foot warmers, it’s a slice of heaven too. With all that warmth and love I guess I can’t complain about the occasional feet in my face.
I had to look carefully to make sure my kids didn’t take the picture on the right..
Not a Good Day to be a Dog
18 May 2011 3 Comments
in Dog Stories, Off Topic Tags: Dogs, Halo, Maggie, Otis, Sienna
I spent most of yesterday reminding my dogs who’s the alpha. It was exhausting for me and traumatic for them.
- Otis knows he’s not the boss.
The day started at the crack of one in the afternoon. I was barely awake at the computer when Sienna attacked Maggie for no apparent reason. They have two types of fights…the shovey bossy kind and the fight to the death kind. This fight was one of the latter. Before I could get Sienna off Maggie, Halo joined in and she was grabbing Maggie’s parts (legs, tail, hide) and shaking them like a dead rat.
Bad
Out came the choke collars and down the hall they went for time out. Oh, and they both got spankings like they’ve never had before. Then it was time to clean up the blood and hair and tend to Maggie’s wounds. Poor Mags.
- BAD DOGS
Later, Otis and Arlo, my son’s dog, went outside with me to get wood. Arlo’s never seen ducks before so he started chasing them around. He made Miss Duck do a backwards somersault and land on her face. He usually listens really well for a puppy, but he would NOT get off the ducks. I finally cornered him, grabbed him by the scruff, spanked his butt, shook him and intended to shove him out of the yard, but he doesn’t weigh as much as my dogs and I ended up throwing him. He landed on Padawan, the cat.
I don't think you're funny.
Padi was very offended, so he slapped Arlo around with his claws and made him cry. Then Otis, who knows this is not the accepted standard of behaviour, rolled him in the dirt and made him cry some more. Right after that, Arlo started listening again.
Bad Arlo
Some times relaxing at home is more stressful than working.
Best of Times, Worst of Times
14 Sep 2010 15 Comments
in Off Topic, The Daily Grind Tags: Co-Workers, cooks, Dogs, Halo, Maggie, Otis, Sienna
My day off was spectacular. Saturday night I bought a full rack of spare ribs, potato salad & cole slaw from the restaurant and on Sunday some friends and I had an indoor picnic. Then we went for a short hike outside of Meeteetse. Still full of energy, we did a little off-roading so we could get some good pictures of the sunset from the hills above town. Back in town, we moved some around some lawn furniture and took more pictures. The whole time we laughed until our ribs ached. I haven’t laughed that hard in a very long time and I went home with a silly grin I couldn’t wipe off my face.
When I got home my dogs decided to fight over food and tore the hell out of each other. For the life of me, I do not understand why they fight over food. There’s always plenty of it and none of them are starving. It took me two hours to clean up the blood, dirt, and slobber and un-traumatize them. This was the worst fight they’ve ever had and it traumatized me as well. I seriously considered finding new homes for two of the dogs last night. That wiped the silly grin off my face.
Today I went to work with a heavy heart because I had to get pretty physical with Sienna in order to get her to stop killing Maggie. I don’t like to beat my dogs any more than I liked to spank my kids, but sometimes it has to be done. As soon as I got to work, Dani told me Boy Cook Jarrod wrecked his bike and was in the hospital. A few minutes later he walked in the restaurant looking all glassy eyed and wobbly.
Silly Boy, making my heart stop like that.
Thankfully, he was wearing his helmet. He has a concussion, bruised ribs and he’s missing skin, but he will live. The last time I was at his house, he had nothing other than beer in his refrigerator, so after work I bought him some groceries, fixed him something to eat and sat with him for a while so he didn’t fall asleep. I don’t think he realizes the level of headache he’s going to have tomorrow. Poor Boy Cook.
The dogs are still subdued tonight. Well, all except for Halo, the one who started the whole fiasco. Stupid dog.
Shower Time
01 Sep 2010 11 Comments
in Dog Stories Tags: Dogs, Sienna
Everyday at about the same time, I hit the shower, get dressed and go to work. Usually I lock the dogs in the living room so I don’t have to trip over them while I’m getting dressed, but I forgot today. I started the water in the shower, brushed my teeth, pulled a towel out of the cabinet and realized Sienna was standing in the bathtub waiting for me to get in. WTF?! Why does a 90 pound dog decide to randomly shower with me?
If Sienna could, she would.
I got Sienna when she was four years old and the young woman who gave her to me treated her like a hairy little toddler. Sienna came with a bucket of clothes. Hoodies, shirts, skirts, sweatshirts and a friggin’ ballerina outfit. I can do anything to this dog: brush her, paint her toenails, and, obviously, shower with her. When I pull out the dog brush, I hear furniture tipping over as my other 3 dogs run for cover, but Sienna is standing beside me, waiting. If I get out the nail polish, Sienna puts her big paw on my lap so I can do her claws. Who does that to a dog?
The last time Sienna decided to get in the bathtub, Maggie thought it would be fun, too. For a week I showered with 170 pounds of dogs. I’m betting Maggie will be in the shower tomorrow. I’m curious how long it will be before Halo decides she needs to shower. That will be 220 pounds of dogs fighting for equal attention in the shower. I don’t have to worry about Otis since he won’t have anything to do with the shower. If he needs a bath, I have to drag his fat ass to the tub, heave him over the side and force him to stay in. That’s the way it should be. Dogs don’t volunteer for a bath.
Play, Dogs. Play!
07 Jul 2010 10 Comments
in Dog Stories, Off Topic Tags: Dogs, fun, Games, Halo, Maggie, Otis, Sienna
We went to the lake today and boy did the dogs have fun.
Otis is insane about sticks and he immediately found one for me to throw.
But then I surprised him with a ball.
Otis says, “Hey, I’m a cow dog not a retriever!”
Notice who’s standing on the shore waiting to steal the ball.
Eventually, Maggie took the ball and lost it. Stupid Maggie.
So Otis and Halo picked out a stick.
Yeah, it was about 3 feet long.
Halo gave up on the sticks and settled on chasing birds.
Maggie doesn’t know how to swim. Yes, you read that right. She can’t swim. She tries to stay close enough to shore to only get her feet wet.
Occasionally she ventures too far out and falls in a hole. Stupid Maggie.
And where was Sienna during all the play? Standing on the shore eating a log. Lazy dog.
Now they are home and sleeping like dead dogs.
Sleep, dogs. Sleep!
