Sleep Late Much?
Today is my first whole day off in more than three weeks. (Ok, to be fair, I had the afternoon off last Sunday, but not the whole day.) The boys woke me in the night about 4 am needing to go out, so I thought maybe I could con them into sleeping late this morning. No such luck. At 6:15 they started playing on the bed, jumping on me, and trying to get me up. I squeezed my eyes tight and played 'possum as long as I could. I finally got up about 7 and hit the shower. As a result, we didn't make it to the park this morning until almost 7:30. Normally we get there between 6 and 6:15. It's nice then, it's cool, and the sun is just coming up, and we have the whole park to ourselves.
Well, by 7:30 on a Sunday morning, the boaters are arriving, and the fishermen are hard at work catching bait fish along the river, and the Baylor university boys are there in force playing frisbee golf. Now, I like my peace and quiet, so this was a bit busy. I also worry about the boys around crowds of people. They usually do ok, but sometimes they run up and bark at people as a greeting. The frisbee boys are a little hard to be around too, because they are throwing mommy approved dog toys right in front of them, and they have to fight their retriever instincts not to go after every frisbee tossed in front of them. The boys did pretty well, I'd say. Leo went down to the inlet pond to check out the ducks, and he waded in and lay down to get his belly wet (it was already getting pretty hot.) Max started his "poor me, neglected puppy" routine every time we passed some frisbee golfers. He picks a random leg to hold up, and runs around on three like it's broken. (He actually practices this quite a bit, he's a weirdo...) I even fell for it the first time he went limping by me, and I look at his back foot to see if he had a sticker. As we passed a group of golfers, several expressed dismay that he was limping. I mentioned casually that he was faking, and I received several glares from young men who obviously thought I was a crappy pet owner and was ignoring that my dog OBVIOUSLY had a broken leg. I shrugged and kept walking. Sure enough, after we passed them, Max went back to walking fine and running around on all fours. We hit the end of the park and turned around to head back to the car. On the way back, we passed the same set of golfers, and Max went into his "act" again. However, I felt totally vindicated when even they noticed that this time he was limping on a front leg instead of a rear leg! Once again, after we got past them, he started walking fine.
Little charlatan!
Well, by 7:30 on a Sunday morning, the boaters are arriving, and the fishermen are hard at work catching bait fish along the river, and the Baylor university boys are there in force playing frisbee golf. Now, I like my peace and quiet, so this was a bit busy. I also worry about the boys around crowds of people. They usually do ok, but sometimes they run up and bark at people as a greeting. The frisbee boys are a little hard to be around too, because they are throwing mommy approved dog toys right in front of them, and they have to fight their retriever instincts not to go after every frisbee tossed in front of them. The boys did pretty well, I'd say. Leo went down to the inlet pond to check out the ducks, and he waded in and lay down to get his belly wet (it was already getting pretty hot.) Max started his "poor me, neglected puppy" routine every time we passed some frisbee golfers. He picks a random leg to hold up, and runs around on three like it's broken. (He actually practices this quite a bit, he's a weirdo...) I even fell for it the first time he went limping by me, and I look at his back foot to see if he had a sticker. As we passed a group of golfers, several expressed dismay that he was limping. I mentioned casually that he was faking, and I received several glares from young men who obviously thought I was a crappy pet owner and was ignoring that my dog OBVIOUSLY had a broken leg. I shrugged and kept walking. Sure enough, after we passed them, Max went back to walking fine and running around on all fours. We hit the end of the park and turned around to head back to the car. On the way back, we passed the same set of golfers, and Max went into his "act" again. However, I felt totally vindicated when even they noticed that this time he was limping on a front leg instead of a rear leg! Once again, after we got past them, he started walking fine.
Little charlatan!