“Will you stop? I’m trying to get dressed.” “I know! That’s what’s upsetting me.”
It has become a thing lately. If I’m sitting on the bed with my first cup, watching the latest Project Lightening video, Torso Boy is perfectly content to lay there quietly and not bug me. But the second I open the nightstand drawer and start fishing out stump socks, he knows the jig is up and it’s not time yet. So all of a sudden I’ve got 40+ pounds of dog in my lap, earnestly explaining the error of my ways.
I say second-pushiest because, for all that I complain about him, Laddie is really a sweetheart. Pushy and opinionated as hell, yes, but he’s not unpleasant about it. I compare that to a toy poodle inflicted by Satan on some family friends when I was much younger. The poodle, inevitably named Pierre, devoted every waking moment to ruling the entire family with an iron paw to the point where the men all took to wearing high boots – because Pierre developed the habit of going down to the back landing and pissing in the shoes of any serious rule-breaker. That dog lived for 20 seemingly endless years.
Thank God that Laddie knows which juniper to water instead of rinsing out your shoes instead!
Oh, and for entertainment, enbiggen that photo and see the special effects therein! Almost like it’s a painting instead of a photo.
Pointillism…
I know the feeling, my dog gets antsy when I put on my trousers, as I only wear my gym shorts in the house. She knows I am going out beyond the yard. They say dogs have no intelligence or empathy, I say they are smarter then us, who takes care of them?
That dog lived for 20 seemingly endless years.
Y’know…………
Of course, all you really need is another Corgi to keep him entertained:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=73VcBoKk-zs
}:-]
We used to go to a dog park built on a steep hill. Part of it had a retaining wall that people would use as a bench. Apparently the full sized poodle was too big to be bothered with pissing on people’s shoes, he’d piss directly on people sitting on the wall.