Maybe I should write a blog called "why dogs bite kids" and maybe people would understand how frustrating it is sometimes to be a dog. I have learned to love the kid ... Don't get me wrong. It has taken some time (which I will detail in another post) but I can honestly say he's not that bad. But......
I have to announce to everyone that I am most definitely NOT a blue step stool! Last night I was minding my own business trying to catch up on a couple of zzzzs (which are hard to find around our house nowadays). I tried to be as little as possible curled up by the couch. Being the smallest dog, this is pretty easy. Just as I closed my eyes, along comes The Kid.
I thought maybe he was on his way to his toy box so I didn't think anything of it. Next thing I know, he's standing on me! He was trying to climb onto the couch by using me as a stool!
I was so flabbergasted that this was happening that I didn't even get up. I just lay there looking at The Kid standing on me. I can't believe it. Me. The chosen one. Degraded to a step stool.
The worst thing? Mom and dad thought it was funny and they told me I was a good dog for not biting The Kid! They didn't even yell at him! Not fair. When I step on one of the other dogs I get in trouble, how come The Kid gets special treatment?
I gotta say ... This is why dogs bite kids. The world isn't fair for dogs.
Showing posts with label Booties. Show all posts
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Tuesday, December 11, 2012
Sunday, December 9, 2012
Booties and Vomit ... Furkid with no fur??
The worst feeling in the world is knowing that someone you love is in trouble and needs you by her side but you can't be there for her. That's how I felt when dad came home and told us furkids that mom was in the hospital and couldn't come home. He said there was something wrong and that she had to stay for a long time.
I tried several times to get to the hospital but dad kept saying they don't allow furkids in there ... What kind of horrible place is it to not allow furkids?! I tried to explain to him that mom needed me by her side but he wouldn't let me go to her. He even caught me when I tried to sneak into the car.
You see, mom has this thing people call "diabetes" ... It makes her smell like medicine all the time. Some of the other dogs who come play with us don't like the medicine smell but I think she just smells like my mom. Anyway, this "diabetes" thing caused some issues with her pregnancy and so she had to go live at the hospital for a few weeks.
Us furkids really missed her. We waited by the door but she didn't come. We waited by her car but she didn't come. We waited and waited for what seemed like forever!
After what seemed like the longest time in the world, dad didn't come home one day. He had gramma feed us and take us out for pottie breaks. He stayed and stayed at the hospital. He didn't come home for two days!! Then, when he did finally come home, he told us something that would change our lives forever ...
We had a new brother ... But he had no fur! What kind of kid has no fur? But he was having problems. His lungs wouldn't stay open and his kidney was swollen. He had to stay at the hospital for a while. Mom still didn't come home. Dad was gone for longer and longer. So far, this new brother didn't seem so much fun.
I didn't want things to change. I liked things the way they were. Life was good. We played, we hiked, we chased sheep. Why do all good things have to come to an end?
I tried several times to get to the hospital but dad kept saying they don't allow furkids in there ... What kind of horrible place is it to not allow furkids?! I tried to explain to him that mom needed me by her side but he wouldn't let me go to her. He even caught me when I tried to sneak into the car.
You see, mom has this thing people call "diabetes" ... It makes her smell like medicine all the time. Some of the other dogs who come play with us don't like the medicine smell but I think she just smells like my mom. Anyway, this "diabetes" thing caused some issues with her pregnancy and so she had to go live at the hospital for a few weeks.
Us furkids really missed her. We waited by the door but she didn't come. We waited by her car but she didn't come. We waited and waited for what seemed like forever!
After what seemed like the longest time in the world, dad didn't come home one day. He had gramma feed us and take us out for pottie breaks. He stayed and stayed at the hospital. He didn't come home for two days!! Then, when he did finally come home, he told us something that would change our lives forever ...
We had a new brother ... But he had no fur! What kind of kid has no fur? But he was having problems. His lungs wouldn't stay open and his kidney was swollen. He had to stay at the hospital for a while. Mom still didn't come home. Dad was gone for longer and longer. So far, this new brother didn't seem so much fun.
I didn't want things to change. I liked things the way they were. Life was good. We played, we hiked, we chased sheep. Why do all good things have to come to an end?
Friday, December 7, 2012
Booties and Vomit and Diapers ... Oh my!!!
Ok, so I figure I should tell you a little about how I am writing this blog before I go any further. You see, I know you can't fully appreciate why I see things how I do unless you know a bit of my background so, I will write some posts to tell you about things the way they were PRE-booties.
people just don't get it. They see the changes in their own lives when they have a kid but they just don't seem to understand how kids change the life of a dog. My hope is that by hijacking my moms keyboard, I - Kosha the wonder-dog - can help you to understand the "plight of the paw-people" when their life is thrown into turmoil by new puppies ... Or, as humans call them ... "Babies".
people just don't get it. They see the changes in their own lives when they have a kid but they just don't seem to understand how kids change the life of a dog. My hope is that by hijacking my moms keyboard, I - Kosha the wonder-dog - can help you to understand the "plight of the paw-people" when their life is thrown into turmoil by new puppies ... Or, as humans call them ... "Babies".
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