I will digress, somewhat, for amusement’s sake.
I work from home. I can go a week or two with never speaking to a human. While I understand Dog better, it would be nice to have a conversation with an adult.
So every few days, I head to the grocery store or the pet food store or the hardware store.
Humans? Me, who never chatted with a stranger, I talk to everyone.
Every time I come home, the same sniff down and prancing and howling. So I stand still, let them know, where I have been, who I have seen. Oh God, ohgod, ogod, mommy home. Gad, they’re funny.
Well, coming home coincides with feeding kitty time, so I walk down the hall to get Smoke’s bowl and I am, every day, rear-ended by Dee, charging down the runner behind me. Bonk. She won’t go past the runner, so I have a safe zone. Bring out the bowl, Dee on my heels. Take a new bowl back, another rear-end collision. I know dogs do goose but she tailgates terribly!
While Dee and I perform this routine, Craigie is playing honky percussion in the living room. Rump in the air, he’s attacking a Honktapus (octopus that honks and squeaks), Honky turtle (of the same make as the honktapus) and the Lobstah (honk and squeak). Never breaks a honk. Tail wagging, happy as all get out.
75+ pounds, flopping around and pouncing. Hilarious!
Some days, you look at silliness and think, wow, I’m a lucky person…
I won’t even address the screaming monkey toy… Damn…