I have a dog. I know that's an odd way to start a sentence, but why not just make the statement. To those who have a dog, that can say a whole lot and to those who don't have a dog, they will just think... well I don't know what they will think. LOL...
I have a basset hound... to those who have basset hounds they really understand that line...lol. What a stubborn breed of dog they are. But in the case of my hound, he's stubborn yes, but he's a sweetheart. I call him Mama's little idiot. Not because he's not smart, he is, he's totally awesome and I swear he understands everything I say. No, I call him idiot because when someone comes all his good manners goes out the door. He does all the things he shouldn't. Bark, jump on the person, wallow them if they are brave enough to sit down and will totally slobber in joy all over them. I tell everyone who might be a first time visitor, I am a dog owner. I figure that should say it all.
He, Mr. Teaberry Leland Cunningham, aka my idiot basset hound, is spoiled. I know it's my fault he's spoiled. I had no clue how to train a dog, if it wasn't for Larry's sister giving me instructions on how to potty train him I would have been lost there as well. Although I don't think she meant for him to still be sleeping with us after three years. But, her method worked. Worked so good that my little hound never had an accident in the house.
He's smart. (I explained why he's my idiot and it's not because he's dumb.) He is a creature of habit. He has a wake time, nap time, breakfast time, supper time and bed time. He hates to get wet when raining and he has to go out. He will stand at the door once we come back inside and wait to be towel dried. He will stand there and look at you with this impatience look that says you should have already had him dry.
When he wants a drink, no matter if his water bowl is full, he wants you to give him fresh. He will stand at the sink and look at his bowl and then look at you. I just roll my eyes and say yes your highness... what a hoot he is for sure.
And what a picky eater. He prefers veggies. That dog will eat tomatoes until they make him sick if you'd allow him. He loves potatoes but I won't let him have many. Carrots are another favorite snack. He likes chicken best but will eat about any meat he can sweet talk you out of.
He loves to be scratched on the area just where his tail starts, that little spot on his back. He has no shame to back up to anyone and growl. What is funny, strangers have no clue why he is growling at them and look a little leery, until I explain that he thinks he is boss and making you scratch him is why he growls. His daddy taught him that, against my better judgement.
If you are a dog owner, you understand completely when I say that Teaberry is my baby boy. I will say this, if you are one of us empty nest'ers, then a dog is the answer. If you are one of us mom's who are over protective by nature, all I can say is God help you. LOL.. I stress and worry over my hound like I did my daughter and do my grandson.
As for topics... as you can see it's just whatever's on my mind when I sit down to write. I hope to become more controlled as time goes on but until now guess it's just gonna be a hodge podge of this and that.
Until next blog... take care!
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