#what a goofle
You haven’t truly agonized over a decision until you’ve been faced with the choice of the smell of a new doggy friend straight ahead or the sound of skateboarders SO CLOSE on your left.
First nap in ANOTHER new bed. Hoping if he sleeps in it outside the crate over the weekend, he might not tear it apart on Monday or Tuesday.
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Hours and hours ago, there was one treat — ONE — found jammed between the floor and the edge of the crate. Now my life has become that of a beleaguered assistant to a relentless, obsessive treasure hunter.
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I had a plan this morning. A plan that involved sleeping in half an hour. A plan that did NOT involve being pestered awake at 5:15.
He feels no shame.
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Sometimes Brutus gets so excited by something he forgets where he is. Today he was so happy to come across two neighbors and their garbage bags that he had to follow the wall all the way back to the apartment. Then he veered right into the bedroom instead of left towards his water. He looked so confused!
Poor bubs. The world doesn’t shift just because you smell garbage, sir.
So remember that story from the other day about the skateboarder? Well, we may have a problem now that Brutus knows skateboard noise equals human plus fun, fast toy.
Chase, Momma! Chase!!!
No, Momma, you cannot have my toy. In the game of Tug of War, I won and you lost. I don’t make the rules, but that’s how it works.
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We get a lot of skateboarders on the sidewalks around the apartment complex, and Brutus is always interested as they noisily roll on by. Last night, one of them stopped to pet and love on him, and when he rolled away again, Brutus gave chase. Not a halfhearted trot, either. This was full on gallumphing. I kept up for a little bit, laughing the whole time, but was still thankful when he pulled up short at the dreaded crossing, completely conflicted. In the end, fear won, and he turned around and trotted back home.
Brutus just burped so hard he forgot where he was and had to find a wall to remember he was in the hallway, on his way home.
He’s a special bubs.
Sometimes, like this morning, Brutus can step in the most god awful thing and not even notice. Other times, he’ll step on or in something and immediately go into this herky-jerky little two-step dance that makes me think he hurt his paw, but what he’s really saying is, “Oh my god, oh my god, what did I JUST STEP ON?!?!?”
A leaf, bubba. Tonight, the answer was one tiny, wet leaf.
