To all of my faithful blog readers, I'm sorry that I have been MIA for a few weeks. Well, it's not so much that I have been missing, but I really just haven't had a whole lot to say. Over the past few weeks, my life has basically consisted of obsessively pulling every weed that has popped up in my yard, fighting off a random bout of walking pneumonia (which, surprisingly, was nowhere near as bad as it sounds), and allowing my new DVR receiver to take over my life. Nothing incredibly blogworthy. That is, until I agreed to let my brother's dog stay at my house for a week, and consequently allowed myself to become outnumbered by dogs in my own home.
First of all, I need to give you a little background on my brother's dog. He's special. The dog, not my brother...although my brother has his special moments as well. My best guess is that the dog is missing quite a large number of brain cells. I love him, but he's just not the sharpest tool in the shed. And the ironic part of all of this is that the dog's name is Einstein (my brother named him before it became apparent how...special...the dog is). We all have a hard time calling the dog "Einstein", so we usually just call him "Pup". A simple name for a simple pup.
When Pup arrived at my house, I soon realized that teaching him how to use the doggy door would be a major undertaking. It took a lot of treats, and a lot of me crawling around on the ground outside acting like a fool to get Pup to come through the doggy door. But, after a lot of practice, Pup finally mastered the doggy door. And this is what I mean by "mastering the doggy door":
As an example of how "special" Pup is, at one point during the dogsitting adventure he managed to lock himself in my guest bathroom. Unfortunately, I was not home when this occurred so I have no idea how long he was locked in the bathroom. But I do get a good laugh out of the mental image of Pup being locked in the bathroom while Colby was stretched out on the couch, enjoying having the house to himself again.
Luckily, Colby and Pup really get along great. When they are together, they are constantly playing like puppies. Pretty good for a 3-year-old and a 6-year-old dog. When they get tired from playing, they lay down and rest together. One night during the dogsitting adventure, Pup was so nice to serve as Colby's pillow:
I really wish I had a video camera set up to record what Colby and Pup did while I was not at home. Something tells me that they spent a lot of time rehearsing their...duet.
I'm sure my neighbors appreciated all of their beautiful singing.
Keeping Pup at my house definitely made for an interesting and adventurous week. Pup has gone home now, and Colby and I are recovering from our week of dogsitting. Who knew dogsitting could be so exhausting?
