Guest: Willow. A 50-something pound poop-eating, lefse-stealing, ball of anxiety shaped like a yellow dog.
10 pm: Dog so exhausted she cannot even stay on the couch with the rest of the family. Must get on the floor and sigh heavily to ensure that all family members realize she is tired and would like to go to bed.
10:20 pm: Confusion of epic proportions when "Willow's people" go upstairs (where she would normally sleep) and dog is being herded into basement bedroom with perma-squatter (co-owner of dog and home's younger sister-- yours truly).
10:30 pm: Dog must pace like caged lion and blow air and dog snot onto every item at dog level in the room.
10:31 pm: Whines at door.
10:31 pm: Jumps on and then immediately off bed.
10:31 pm: Whines at door.
10:32 pm: Jumps on and then immediately off bed.
10:32 pm: Whines at door.
10:32 pm: Jumps on and then immediately off bed.
10:32 pm: Whines at door.
10:33 pm: Jumps on and then immediately off bed.
10:33 pm: Whines at door.
10:33 pm: Jumps on and then immediately off bed.
10:34 pm: Whines at door.
10:34 pm: Jumps on and then immediately off bed.
10:35 pm: Dog is told "That is quite enough of that!"
10:35 pm: Dog makes sad eyes, lays on the floor.
10:36 pm: I foolishly apologize to dog for asking it to behave and getting results.
10:45 pm: I post photo of Neurot Dog to Facebook, wondering via the internet if this was really a good idea...
11:05 pm: Dog gives in, decides it is tired, and hops into bed. Curls up behind my legs and gives a "happy ending to a happy day" sigh.
11:06 pm: All is peaceful in the kingdom.
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