The Good Life

The Good Life

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

the dogs....

the dogs...
i’m pretty sure we should have taken a seminar on rearing dogs before we ever made our way to the swaziland humane society.  does anyone know if they offer a “growing dogs God’s way” class at a local church near me?  the dogs don’t mind.  they don’t behave.  they are completely out of control.  they jump on everyone that comes through our gate.  they lick.  they dig...oh good grief do they ever dig.  they try to get into the house.  they get into the trash.  they bark at inappropriate times and they smell.  they eat $100 worth of dog food a month....and they are not even half grown.  the situation is out of hand.  
griffin and ella love the dogs.  they LOVE the dogs.  tonight when we got home from taking olivia to ballet, as we were driving into the drive way...ella says, “hey doggies, i’m home.”  if you are carrying ella...you may as well have a target on your entire body.  the dogs love her.  they want to eat her as badly as i do.  they must have felt her squooshy goodness.  they lick her hands, they lick her toes, they just cannot get enough.  and she giggles and giggles, putting out her little hands in hopes that they will come and taste her yummy preciousness.  which, of course, they do.  blech....  griffin spent the entire day in the backyard with the dogs.  he even put a show on for them...complete with song and dance.  it was around that time the dogs went into the front yard.  he chased them down and continued his entertainment.  they were thrilled he had found them.  not really.  at one point i went outside to find griffin sitting on the ground with ranger wrapped around him, wagging his tail, and enjoying the company.  i’m pretty sure they had been in conversation before i walked up.  which leads me to my latest doggie frustration.  the dogs talk.  not english...it’s bark.  i’m not crazy.  but they bark back.  as in, they talk back.  when they get in trouble, they talk back.  at first it was just ranger, but then maverick saw him getting away with it, and now they both do it.  ranger has authority issues.  and maverick is just such a follower.  he needs to stand up and be his own dog.  
and so here i am.  blogging about my dogs.  this is what it has come to....

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