Both the dog’s were pretty good this weekend.
Now for most normal, sane people, this would be reason to celebrate. I’m not most people, my sanity is questionable and I don’t even know what normal is, so you would be surprised to hear that their complete and total lack of mischief was a source of major disappointment for me. Kolchak who is nothing but trouble 24/7, 365 didn’t so much as snarf garbage this weekend. He didn’t chew anything he shouldn’t or steal food off the plate. He didn’t beat Felix to a pulp or anything. It was weird. I suspect he’s been replace by an alien life form or that he has amnesia and he has know idea that the *real* Kolchak Puggle is just a terrorist in a fur suit.
What a crappy time to turn into a good dog, Koly.
It’s “Mischief Monday”. I can’t be certain without consulting with our hosts, but doesn’t that imply that you should have gotten up to some kind of mischief this weekend?? What kind of dog are you? Here we are, all the other dogs got into great mischievous adventures over the weekend and the most controversial thing you’ve done in days is fall asleep on the clean towels. You’ll never make it in Hollywood this way. Your press has nothing to write about! Good thing I have years of mischief to look back on with a grin.
Felix was the original mischief maker.
Long before we had Kolchak, Felix would get into his own special brand of mischief. A rescue, Felix caame to us pretty much done training wise. And by done, I mean he had decided he wasn’t learning anymore stupid tricks. They ere beneath him. He was house-broken. That’s it. After 4+ years of heart breaking training, he can now “sit” with a regular frequency and he’ll “come” – if it suits his time table and you happen to be holding meat. Felix is aptly named after a cat, sinc he has that “cattitude” down pat. “I don’t do tricks“. Other than these short comings, you would never have even known that Felix was a dog. He didn’t do any “dog” things.
Felix seemed to be just a human with a heavy fur coat.
No puppy proofing, no worries about chewing. He was a good dog. He spoiled us with how good he was and like idiots, we were lulled into a sense of false security by this “good” dog of ours.
The grossest snack ever.
the Daddy loves chocolate and peanut butter. No, no, not like normal people like chocolate & peanut butter. He can’t just eat a Reeses. No, that looney bin has to have actual chocolate and he dips it into a jar of peanut butter. It might be the grossest thing I have ever seen.
One summer day, I came home to this: