Bad Week

So last week was one of those bad weeks — way too much work and stress to even think about writing blog posts. And that means no pictures.  But I do have some good stories.  Today was a good any for Bridget — lots of enrichment. 

Bridget got downstairs into my domain this morning.  It’s been a disaster area, everything getting stacked on any open surface to the point where nothing can be done except a major cleaning.  This weekend was the cleaning.  And Bridget got downstairs where she found an old bully stick in a bag.  So pleased as she walked up with thi disgusting dog treat wrapped in a plastic bag.  Elly was instantly jealous, she wanted one also.  So we were nice and let them have treats — a brand new one for Elly and the older half eaten one for Bridget.  Since Bridget does not yet have her adult teeth, these bully sticks are substantial treats that take her hours to eat.  Elly chomps them into pieces in minutes and then was not allowed to steal Bridget’s. So Bridget spent hours downstairs under my computer table happily eating while Elly sulked upstairs.

The dogs also got a good walk today.  First they both managed to slip into the stream of disgusting moss and ugly smells.  Then Bridget found the dead animal, perhaps gopher.  Well into the decomposition period, Bridget happily rolled on top of the dead animal.  While Bob was dealing with Bridget, Elly proceeded to also roll on the dead animal.  Both of them had a fine selection of rotted meat and other ugly smells embedded into their fur.  Glad I didn’t have to ride in the car with them.  Double shower time at home.

In the afternoon, it was barking lessons.  Elly would do a couple of deep WOOF WOOF’s.  Then Bridget would try–weef weef, not woof woof.  It’s funny, pathetic sound to hear. Who would have thought that dogs have to learn how to bark–not me before getting dogs. But it’s not good that Elly is teaching her bad habits about barking at nothing out the window.  A crow, a leaf blowing in the wind, aa noise in the bushes, all are good bark bait.

The capper this evening was going over to visit Rupert, Garrett’s dog.  Like an over tired kid, Bridget was beyond belief as she raced around.  At one point, both Ruper and Bridget had Elly pinned to the ground.  Up the hill down, and even faster racing around the yard. ” Let’s then go check what is on the dinner table.  OOHHHH!!!! I like that smell, any chance of pulling that down to the ground?”  Bridget had incredibly bad manner, even for puppy standards.  I was not happy with her, she was Bob’s dog at dinner time.

Now she’s sleeping on the dog bed on the kitchen.  Her back leg is twitching.  I wonder what Bridget is dreaming about?  Do dogs even dream?


Author: Heres to ART not Cockroaches

Welcome to my life. My life as a mom is changing as the kids grow up, leave home, and build their own lives. This gives me a chance to rebuild myself as an artist, develop a spiritual path, and most fun of all, start going out on dates with my husband. Come here the stories about the small things in life that can make one very happy. Dogs running on a beach, great breakfast dates, kids and their adventures, and my own adventures in this wacky life. I'll share some of my progress in learning art while juggling a full time job as an engineer. And best of all, it's a chance for me to practice writing stories while keeping in touch with my kids. I look forward to hearing from you. Comments, thoughts, and invitations to meet for coffee are all welcomed. Enjoy the stories.

One thought on “Bad Week”

  1. What a day you all had!! You guys are saints for keeping Bridget! Such a little mischievous thing, but she certainly does bring lots of joy too! Love reading your stories. Hope this week is easier for you and you have some time for fun and enjoyment.

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