Dog Lessons

It seems that our blog has gone to the dogs.  I read all of the entries to Rocky.  He was understandably upset about the maligning of his fellow brethren – Roscoe and Max.  He also could not understand my questioning a bumper sticker that says “I Love Puppies”.  I was given his sternest dog look and the cold shoulder for over an hour.  I put an end to this by going to get a snack.  Rocky cannot resist a snack.  To make up for all of the canine bashing, I told him that I would write about what a fabulous dog he is and give examples of how he is like my third child and that I couldn’t write a word without him sitting on my feet. 

But then he decided to attempt to make me think I was crazy and now I’m going to tell that story instead:

I live in a two story house which has a porch on the second floor off the master bedroom.  Rocky loves to go out there and look out over his domain.  I guess for a dog, this is a great way to see the world or at least his immediate five neighbors.  Anyway, we never leave him out there for long because it gets too hot and sometimes he barks.  Today I was ironing (don’t get me started on that) in my room and let him out on the porch.  After he was out there for what I deemed long enough, I went and let him in.  I was talking to him and noticed he was not in the room with me.  Sometimes he runs off mid-sentence if he hears someone more interesting in the house.  But then I noticed that he was back outside, I was sure I had just let him in . . .  I opened the door again and watched him come back inside.  I went back to ironing and talking to him when I noticed he was gone again.  You guessed it – he was outside again!!  I opened the door and demanded an explanation.   He comes in, tail wagging, a ploy he uses to great affect to avoid being yelled at, when I notice how slow the screen door actually closes – plenty of time for a wiley Irish Terrier to escape back outside if his mom is not paying attention but going back to the ironing board. 

Maybe he wasn’t trying to make me think I’m crazy, maybe he was trying to teach me a lesson about dogs, hmmm.  So, no more dog blogs unless they are flattering to my canine friends.   And speaking of flattery – there is nothing more entertaining to me than calling Amylynn up and listening to Roscoe howl, that never fails to make me smile.