Puppies and relaxation

Tonight, after a typically crappy Monday, the wife and I arrived home with a brief agenda. She'd work out, I'd fish in the lake, we'd have a healthy dinner of turkey burgers, couscous, steamed vegetables and enjoy a nice bottle of wine.

Well, the wife worked out and I took the girls outside with me while I fished. The fishing, by the way, was as successful as ever, caught and released two fish. But doggies kept greeting me with barks from the deck, a good 40 feet away, as if to yell at me to let them back into the house. Sure, there was a lot going on in and across the lake. There were the muskrats swimming near the banks and causing the girls to bark at the fence. There was the dude across the lake with his dog, "Rusty (I only imagine that's his name), and then there were the various squirrels and such. Either way, the girls' senses were heightened and they chose to express that by barking at me every four minutes or so.
Now two hours later, of course, they're asleep in the living room. Should I yell at them as they try to relax? Should I poke them to wake them up? Should I let them sleep? They're sweet and, hey, they should have some fun. And, honestly, if they think it's fun to bark at me as I look confused at them I guess I'll let that go.

Who let the dogs out ... and in?

Working from home seems to be a great idea. I would not want to do it all the time, but a couple of times each week would be cool ... it would seem.

I was working from home Thursday morning, not feeling well enough to go to the office but not sick enough to realize there weren't things I needed to get done. So Dawn drove to work and I did work from home. Of course, that meant I not only got to do work in shorts and a t-shirt but that I got to spend some quality time with my two favorite four-pawed princesses.

The canine crazies, excited to have someone home on a beautiful fall day, were more than happy to distract me from my work.

"We want to go outside. We want to come inside. Who is mowing grass? Why are those geese in the lake? Is that a squirrel running on the roof? I'm hungry! Daddy's HOME! My head itches. I think I need to poop. That sun looks warm. Alley stinks. We need water. Who thought Sarah Palin was qualified to be a vice presidential candidate?"

Those are just a few of the thoughts that I'm pretty sure went through Sassy and Alley's heads from about 10 am to noon on Thursday. All the while I was trying to make out a newsroom vacation schedule for the rest of the year. Dogs can be a tad distracting.

So while I was setting up a system for people to spend time with their loved ones over the next three months, two of my loved ones were trying to figure out ways to spend some unexpected time with me on a Thursday.

I guess I can't be too frustrated. They were also excited I was at home and they wanted all the attention on them.

Happy Sassy

A content Sassy dog is a sweet thing. Usually, Sassy is not afraid to tell you what she wants. She cries, jumps and paws at you until you give her a milk bone or fill up her water dish.

But then there's the moment of sweet Sassy dog. She's just eaten her milk bone and she's happily licking her face.

At that moment you can tell everything in Sassy's life is just the way she wants it to be. She doesn't have to nervously look around afraid that Alley is going to steal her food. She's not worried about someone knocking on the door. She doesn't hear the noises other animals make outside the house.

She's peaceful, content, happy.

Alley wants to type, too

Alley is not a fan of my blogging. I think she's jealous. She wants to blog, too. After all, she has a lot of important thing to say. Um, yeah, I'm sticking with that.

When I start typing, Alley decided she needs petting. She is not afraid to put her paw on the computer and she's reluctant to move that paw. She wants my blogs to read ajwkejfkejfejffjjii((((99494999. Maybe that means something in dog language?

Jeff thinks she just wants my undivided attention, but I think she wants me to teach her to write. So I am going to attempt to share what I think Alley wants to say.

I like chicken. I like steak. I like outside. I like chicken. I like naps. I like steak. I love mommy. I love meat. I love Jeff. I love meat. I love Sassy. I really love meat.

The laptop is not as tasty as meat. Mommy, please get me some meat.