Dog Days Of Fall

Ah, here I sit, ehr, lay. Just waiting for time to pass. Waiting for my mom and dad to return. I'm so bored here. Nobody loves me...nobody takes me out for a walk...nobody pets me. You're right, I can't say that all with a straight face. As seenhere, Spike is in his adopted bed. He sleeps here at night, though he did attempt the bed thing a couple of times. However, with Eric and Katie in a queen bed, there wasn't a whole lot of room for Spike, especially when Eric didn't even like sharing their king with the cats. That aside, he spends most days in the front room, watching the 50 cent fish in its $100 surroundings...but that's another story. Oddly enough, even though he doesn't like me playing the piano at mom and dad's house, when I play here, he just lies down next to the piano, and listens. He follows me most places, and only attempted to bolt once; that was when you mom and dad had just left, and I got home moments later. Luckily, I lunged and grabbed onto his collar, and all trouble was averted. The boys take pride in feeding and brushing him, and Tom does enjoy accompanying us on our evening walks, though I still have not convinced any of them of the joys of picking up poop.

All said and done, he seems to be content here, and we would take him in a heart beat, if need be. But don't go and order us our own just yet. Having an already trained and tame dog is one thing, but I don't think I would have the patience or time to do that part right now with Jimmy still being so demanding. Maybe when I'm certain that Jim will sleep until 6 or 6:30 every morning, and I can actually plan a morning routine, I may contemplate it, but for now we're just happy being Spike's babysitters. I'm sure Spike will still be ready for you tomorrow. He's very good with the boys, but I'm no so sure he really enjoys all the mauling he is receiveing on a daily basis. Be safe and happy...Spike is.