"Lost in Thought" Watercolour Seeing as there is little chance of painting at the moment thanks to living in a work site which morphs with stunning speed, Theodore and I have been commiserating by spending lots of time together. In fact, today when I stepped into an estate sale in the neighbourhood, I leapt away from a pair of rubber boots, mistaking them for two small black dogs. The nice Sikh man who was about to shake my hand paused and thought better of it.
But dogs are honestly so great to live with. Dave Barry claims that “You can say any fool thing to a dog and the dog will give you this look that says, “My God, you’re RIGHT! I NEVER would have thought of that!” Just look at the adoration in this golden's eyes.
For another they are always up for play!
We played games. We played King-of-the-Kennel, and Wolf-at-Bay. and Look-out-Behind and Nip-Nip-Nippy Lufa. These are all splendid games.
Then we had barking parties. We’d all learned to bark weeks before, but there is nothing like practice. At barking parties you try to markdown everyone else. It’s glorious!
John Taintor Foote
David Starr Jordan observed that "(w)hen a dog barks at the moon, then it is religion; but when he barks at strangers, it is patriotism." Thankfully, Theodore is becoming less patriotic by the day. To tell you the truth, he has transformed himself into an flagrant schmoozer; using his perked Dumbo ears as bait, he tilts his head and reels in unsuspecting passers-by. Strangers who don't stop to pay homage completely baffle him and we have to reassure him that he hasn't lost his looks.
Life is just different with a dog. Jon and I found ourselves howling along with T yesterday (Yes, just because we felt like it). All three of us thoroughly enjoyed it. And every day finds us down on the floor playing hard. The law of unintended consequences has of course rendered cleaning the hardwood somewhat trickier because the minute I kneel Theodore shows up to accept my invitation to the dance: wrestle/wipe/tussle/dry/roll-over... and so it goes.
Now if I could just figure out how to attach floor cloths to his feet, we could tango with roses between our teeth. Stay tuned.
But dogs are honestly so great to live with. Dave Barry claims that “You can say any fool thing to a dog and the dog will give you this look that says, “My God, you’re RIGHT! I NEVER would have thought of that!” Just look at the adoration in this golden's eyes.
For another they are always up for play!
We played games. We played King-of-the-Kennel, and Wolf-at-Bay. and Look-out-Behind and Nip-Nip-Nippy Lufa. These are all splendid games.
Then we had barking parties. We’d all learned to bark weeks before, but there is nothing like practice. At barking parties you try to markdown everyone else. It’s glorious!
John Taintor Foote
David Starr Jordan observed that "(w)hen a dog barks at the moon, then it is religion; but when he barks at strangers, it is patriotism." Thankfully, Theodore is becoming less patriotic by the day. To tell you the truth, he has transformed himself into an flagrant schmoozer; using his perked Dumbo ears as bait, he tilts his head and reels in unsuspecting passers-by. Strangers who don't stop to pay homage completely baffle him and we have to reassure him that he hasn't lost his looks.
Life is just different with a dog. Jon and I found ourselves howling along with T yesterday (Yes, just because we felt like it). All three of us thoroughly enjoyed it. And every day finds us down on the floor playing hard. The law of unintended consequences has of course rendered cleaning the hardwood somewhat trickier because the minute I kneel Theodore shows up to accept my invitation to the dance: wrestle/wipe/tussle/dry/roll-over... and so it goes.
Now if I could just figure out how to attach floor cloths to his feet, we could tango with roses between our teeth. Stay tuned.
RSS Feed
