Sleeping in Stereo

Normally Toby likes sleeping in his kennel.  He even has a performance he puts on when he wants to go in at night.  For some reason, last night was an exception.  He cried and whined as soon as the lights were turned out.  I opened his door to see what he wanted.  He didn’t go to his dish.  He didn’t go to the door.  Instead, he ran to the bedroom where Geordie was sleeping in the laundry.

Toby isn’t usually allowed in the bedroom because he is still young enough to be a destructive force of nature, but last night I made an exception.  While Toby fussed and investigated all the corners, I decided to leave for a few minutes and let him figure things out on his own.  When I came back, I found this:

Cairn terrier sleeping on bedroom floor.He had found some lap blankets and made a little bed for himself.

Geordie was less than thrilled to have The Usurper in his own private room.  (Geordie and I have arguments over whose room it really is.)  He huffed and puffed and made discontented noises all night to let me know he was not happy.

Life’s the same

We’re sleeping in stereo

Life’s the same

Except for the toots.

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Don’t forget, if you still have any Amazon gift cards from the holidays, a copy of Poopiter would make a great gift for yourself!

 

Bitey Dog and Toby in POOPITER

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The Sharing Dish

As I emptied the contents of the crock pot into a container today, Geordie kept hitting my leg to remind me that he would like a taste.  Toby, on the other hand, was off in an other room playing with his toys.  (He doesn’t take food work as seriously as his brother.)

Thinking that Geordie would enjoy a private little treat, I quietly placed some food in his dish.  Normally he would run over and scarf it down.  Instead, he sat beside his dish looking up at me.   He looked toward the food, then toward Toby’s dish, than back at me.  Oh my gosh, he wouldn’t eat until I had given Toby some too!  We called Toby over, and he enjoyed some home-cooking shoulder to shoulder with his big brother.

When Toby first arrived, Geordie couldn’t stand to be in the same room as him.  Now he won’t eat goodies without sharing.  It’s so sweet it makes my eyes all leaky!

Cairn terrier puppy hold his food bowl.

Really?  I can have some too?

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Flashback Friday

Can you find the puppy hidden in this picture?

Carn terrier puppy hiding under a chair.

When Bitey was little, this was his favorite hiding space…until he got too big and needed help getting back out.  Wasn’t he an adorable itty bitty beast?

In instances like these, I try to envision non-linear time.  What might it be like to have your little dog with you as a puppy and a senior and every step in between simultaneously?  I suppose we have that with memory, but to us the points of time don’t fall together but are strung apart.  I imagine that in the world beyond this one, time is non-linear.

I guess we won’t need Flashback Fridays then!   : – )

 

Shhh, I’m Sleeping

 

Cairn terrier sleeping in a pile of laundry.

It was an exhausting but wonderful day!  Mom took me out on the 50′ leash, and I ran and swam and played like a puppy.  I dove and rolled and took snow baths. I dug tunnels and hunted for voles and leaped for snowflakes.  When I was done, I plunked my butt down in the snow for a refreshing sit. Ahh, it was heaven.  Sure I had to get de-snowballed, but it was worth it.

After all of that play, I needed a nap somewhere quiet (where that usurping little brother of mine couldn’t find me), so I crept off to the dirty laundry for some serious sleep.

Mommy says:  Since Geordie has come along, I haven’t been able to use a hamper or a laundry bag.  I end up with the dirty clothes in a pile so that Geordie can sleep in them.  I have tried giving him soft, pretty blankets and beds, but all he wants is stinky clothes.  A messy corner is a small price to pay for a happy pup!

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