Now they are older they are much less tolerant of their mother's weird idiosyncrasies...or maybe not, actually the fact that I am breathing irritates the teenagers. I digress...
Now that I don't have little children to torture I resort to my dogs.
Am I the only one out there who does things like this?
Do the dogs even notice or care?
I took great pleasure in putting the little sweet-potato gingerbread men in their Canidae. I arranged it just so...making sure the happy little faces greeted the pups when they dove into their bowls.
That smiling face just warmed the cockles of my heart.
Bonnie looks suspicious
Bonnie is thinking "WTF is THAT?"
"It is staring at me"
"It smells okay, but I am not eating it"
"Still not eating it"
"Nope, not eating it"
"Okay I ate it."
Now that I think about it...what kind of a whack job does this and THEN takes pictures?
ME (waves arm in the air jumping up and down) ME ME ME ME!!! Beep Beep...I think that is the short-bus stopping in front of my house.
Let's talk about another whack job in our house. This one is named Ranger.
How many dogs do you know that chew on their bones like this?
Rolling around on the floor
Holding his bone above his face, gazing at it adoringly
Whoops, that one got away!
"I can reach it with my tongue"
"Oops..it is escaping!"
"OH NO! WHAT TO DO?"
"AUUUGGGGGHHHH! Attack of the bone thief!"
"Get away from my bone!"
"Ahhhh all is well...I love my bone"
Life is good in Whacko-Land.