Miss Begotten is one of my pet names for myself, for Southern Gothic reasons best kept to myself. Miss Begotten tries to speak plainly, but sometimes she tends to babble -- parenthetically, of course. It's never my intention to offend (and usually that's true - except on those [maybe not so] rare occasions when I mean it very friggin' much) but it sometimes happens, so if you're unusually easily offended...
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Dawg Days
My dog's been doing ... things. To me. She's jerked me down the stairs twice this week. They cut down a lightning-shattered tree on the grounds and it left a mud bog. She dragged me through that last night before I could get her turned to go around it. Tuesday evening, it rained heavily and there was a lot of standing water. Did she allow me to steer her around it? Nooooo! This dog only weighs 20 pounds (and she's old), but she's got some zombie strength going on.
She gets treats every night but, this week, she's acting like she never saw treats before and keeps biting my fingers to grab them. She's a greedy little thing. Oh, and she went to give me a puppy kiss the other night and nearly nipped my lip.
I don't think she's trying to kill me or anything, but she's definitely in a weirdness phase.
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4 comments:
There's only one possible explanation...You look and smell like a giant Beggin Strip!!
I'd be nibbling too....
Oh, hell, GM, I guess I need a better deodorant.:-)
Seems we are in a constant state of "retraining" our nearly 5 year old dog. I guess they just forget...or like toddlers....test us all the time to see what they can get away with.
Yes, Monkey Man, I think that's exactly what it is -- testing the boundaries, like little kids.:)
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