Saturday, August 8, 2009

Mothering Animals

What in the hell am I doing with 3 dogs?

All of my life, on and off, I have owned one dog at a time (for 40 years). Always a small dog. I currently own 3 dogs. Here are the names, titles, and descriptions of the criminals in fur.

Benji: "The Announcer" Breed: Maltese- 8 pounds. The oldest (he is 8). We got Benji from an old couple who lived in a mobile home who had to move to assisted living. When Benji lived with this couple he was a quiet little thing. The moment he came to our house he developed a shrill bark that he constantly uses to let us and the other dogs know that a person has jogged by, the mail has come, the wind has blown, a bird has flown by, the a/c has cut on, the a/c has cut off, the ice maker has dumped ice, the dryer has a jacket with a zipper in it, the cake timer has gone off. Benji is a pain in the ass. Benji growls when touched. He hates to be picked up or loved on. Benji hates the other 2 dogs who inherently love him beyond measure. Benji is an asshole and we love him.

Bailey: "The Beast" Breed: Golden Doodle- 65 pounds and over 6 ft tall when standing on 2 legs- Not 2 years old yet. Bailey is a cream colored curly doodle that only has one expression- serious. Bailey absolutely loves everyone and would point out the large screen TV and computers to a burglar and offer to help drag the items to the van for a treat. Bailey eats socks. About three times a week I scrape a digested sock off the grass and wonder how that feels to poop out. Bailey drinks until he pukes every day-he hasn't figured it out. Bailey counter-surfs which means he waits until my back is turned and stands up to the kitchen counter (like a human) and can open the bread box, take the bread out and eat a loaf (plastic and all). Bailey is aloof and a goof and we love him.

Mocha: "The best dog ever" Chocolate Golden Doodle- 25 pounds ,silky haired variety 7 months old. Mocha came to me as a gift- I didn't have to pay the $2000 she costs. Mocha is light as a feather when she jumps on you it feels like a silky whisper. Mocha is my peace. Mocha craps on my yoga mat about twice a week. I don't know why. Mocha sees a paper napkin and an alarm goes off in her head that screams, "GET THAT GOD DAMNED NAPKIN AND SHRED IT INTO A MILLION PIECES QUICKLY BEFORE IT KILLS US ALL!!!!! HURRY!!!" Mocha wants Benji to like her so badly- she tries to win him over without any success every day. Mocha is an angel in a dog suit and we love her.

My house is filled with dogs and dog toys, barks and dog play/fights..and I am so glad.

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