First of all, thanks for all the fun comments on the last post. I think some of you understand my dogs better than I do. Shelley gets the award for understanding Sophie the best (she is a former dachshund owner/lover.) “Sophie: Mom. Mom. Mom. mom. mom. mom” I’m still laughing over that one.
So I filmed that yesterday because I had to work today, on Noah’s actual birthday. And of all days, my babysitter was not available today. That is a long day to leave a young energetic dog alone. So when I got home at 9pm tonight, I threw his favorite plastic milk jugs out in the dark yard for him to retrieve. Then I walked him around and around the yard in the cold with a flashlight for a while (had to be on leash–a little late for enthusiastic barking.) He found a 12 foot stick–I’m not exaggerating–and carried it around for quite a while, until I was too cold and made him come inside. Then I made the ultimate sacrifice. I held his ‘toothpick’ (tiny nylabone) so he could gnaw on it for quite a while. I don’t know why he likes this. And amazingly, he has never bitten me when he is chewing. But most of the time I won’t hold it for him. You can’t really do much when one hand is covered in slobber.
I guess Noah doesn’t really know its his birthday. He’s probably puzzled about why his mom was so nice and patient after work. And tomorrow he will get at least two nice long walks. Probably a short one with the house monsters too.