This morning I was just getting ready to start stitching. Sat down, getting the frame positioned just right, getting the light in the perfect spot, floss ring handy but out of Oscar’s reach. Almost read to start stitching and he kept wanting to play. We had already played with his little food “game” where the food is placed under different lids and he has to open the lids to get the food. I can’t believe he hasn’t figured out yet that he can use his nose and turn the whole thing upside down and the food all dumps out. But, he was back up on the love seat trying to get me to play. I said “Can’t you find somewhere else to PLAY?” Wrong word. He knows the word “play” and to him, that means go outside to his little fenced area and fetch the ball. I could see in his eyes that he was SO excited. He ran to the cabinet where we keep his ball. He doesn’t get to play with it all the time because he chews it up. So, we had to go outside and play. How could I say no to him? Vince was outside working. He saw us come out and asked where we were going. I told him we were going to play. He said he would come with us so we both went to the play yard and played fetch with Oscar.
That dog cracks me up. I taught him to “sit” when he brings the ball back to me because he would jump up on my knees with his nails and if I had shorts on, he would scratch my legs. So, he learned to bring the ball, drop it at my feet, then sit til I throw the ball and say “Fetch”.
Then, I thought . . that was easy so I taught him to “speak”. Now, he brings the ball, sits and starts barking before I ever say “sit” or “speak” and he speaks til I say “fetch”.
The bad dog part – We had just come in from outside, I was getting ready to stitch again, some man came to the door wanting to cut our dead tree that Vince has been meaning to cut. Vince told him that he was going to cut it . . some day. Vince stood with the door open so Oscar could hear the man talking and . . he dribbled on carpet. Not the man, not Vince — Oscar. That’s the first time he’s soiled the carpet. He hasn’t peed in the house since he was 5 months old (and still confined to the tile floor). He’s now 17 months old. I didn’t fuss at him about his accident. He was so worked up about someone being at the door. I guess that tells you how often we have someone at the door . . NEVER!
So, I had to get the shampooer out and clean the carpet. Then it was time for our late lunch. Salmon was smoking in the smoker. Sweet potatoes were baking in the oven. The salad was made just after I put the salmon in the smoker so all I had to do was get it out of the fridge.
All that is done. Dinner/late lunch has been served. It’s 2:30 p.m. and unless I say a trigger word for Oscar and unless someone frustrates him so badly that he tinkles on the carpet and I have to shampoo spots again .. I should be able to stitch til . . well, you know something will happen that I’ll have to go tend to but I should get a good bit of stitching time this afternoon/evening.
Ginny says
One of my dogs Kristy would pee anytime someone came in the front door. My husband and I always came through the garage. At our house the area by the front door is tiled so it was easy to clean up. I asked my vet about because I was afraid she would pee on someone’s feet. He said female dogs have a short urethra and it was not an uncommon happening when they are excited. Fortunately she eventually stopped doing that. I still do miss her, she was such a sweetheart.
judy.blog@gmail.com says
Oscar and I were downstairs. I think when Oscar heard a stranger talking, it scared him half to death. The only people who really come here are Chad, Nicole and Addie or Jeremy and Angie and he knows them. We do miss our pups when they’re gone. I’ll always miss Speck.