[randomness] puppy shenanigans;
I wish I'd had the presence of mind to take a video... or a picture at least. But then I think about how I might've ended up dropping my camera and I think: well, words are just going to have to do.
Mondays are my days with the dogs. I know I haven't posted much about Punch and Porkchop and their respective shenanigans as of late, but there have been so many that it's usually hard to pick one to talk about. Also, because I know that just because it amuses me, doesn't necessarily mean it'll be amusing to others unless, like my family, they're more or less privy to the insanity here at home.
Punch has been my dog for three years, give a couple of months. Porkchop has been Nate's for less than six months. Suffice to say, my dog is used to being the only child here at home, so sharing space and having to adjust to the new baby has been something of a trying experience.
Porkchop has (and I say this fondly, if not with a little long-suffering sigh) no concept of personal space and deference to his 'elder'. Who knew that such a tiny thing (he is, mind you, less substantial than Punch is) could be such a handful, especially when he seems to enjoy all but torturing the bigger dog. :|
In any case, the biggest contention between these two always seems to happen around the mealtimes, Punch being more than a little miffed at the fact that his food place has been usurped by a little bit of a thing that he doesn't fight back with because he knows biting doesn't get anyone any gold stars.
But back to the reason I'm putting up this post--
I put together two plates: one for Punch with chicken chunks, potatoes and rice soaking up a tomato-based sauce; another for Porkchop with just the sauce and the rice. I put them separately, Porkchop's first because at least with that to occupy him he wouldn't harass Punch over his meal. I go away for a little over a second, because I need to wash the sauce that stuck to my fingers.
Now, it seems right to inform you that Porkchop... is like this piglet. And he practically inhales the rice, and when Mom started scolding him... well, let's just say that my only reaction was that long-suffering sigh.
So I take the baby from Mom, call Punch back from where he's seething under the coffee table, and all seems well for the most part.
Until the funny bit happens. And I'm going to do it like this:
Me: *holding Porkchop while sitting at the table*
Punch: /NOMNOMNOMNOMNOM *looks up* RICE FINISHED MAMA
Porkchop: ...
Punch: /TAKES MOMENT TO REGARD PORKCHOP
Porkchop: ...
Punch: /starts eating the rice he usually leaves behind
Porkchop: ....! /STARTS TO WAIL
Me & Mom: ...?
Me: "BUT BUT BUT YOU NORMALLY LEAVE THE RICE I CANNOT EVEN adlfkjhadflkjh"
Mom: LMAO
And when Punch finishes, his plate is cleaner than usual, which is a lot considering that my dog is sometimes an idiot and doesn't finish his rice. Cue Porkchop wailing so I set the baby down to watch him with something of wry amusement as he proceeds to "vacuum" what remaining rice kernels are left.
I think I'm going to go laugh my ass off now. XDDDDDD