the Hazards of back exercises
 Every evening, when we've had our walk, supper, played with the hose , gardened etc. it's time for my back exercises.  I turn on a favourtie TV program, get comfortable on the floor after the stretches and begin. So far so good! At some point, along comes Willoughby with either a slobbery stuffie or his equally slobbery bone which he drops directly on my head!  Ouch! I swear he has a big grin on his face and runs off.  He knows I won't get up after him, so he's safe.Sigh!  |
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| Sheepies have a wicked sense of humour dont they?
I swear Summer waits until I am comfy on the sofa, and Hubby is on the other end of the sofa. I am glued to Big Brother and she plonks her fat butt on the sofa in front of me, stares into my eyes with her drippy chin from where she has had a drink! You cant move her and she needs a wee! So we all troop back in the kitchen and her and yorkie are desperate. Why cant they tell hubby? He says it is because they are girls and they get embarrassed if he sees them wee!! pfftt!!!  |
| At the risk of sharing WAAAAYYYYYYY too much....
I learned with our first sheepie to always keep on my toes. The giant (oh so very soggy) rawhide would seem to drop from nowhere onto my head whenever my head was less than five feet on the floor. And...you know that thing dogs do when their people go into a bathroom and have the nerve to close the door and leave them outside? You know...the frantic pawing and scratching and whining because you just might have a secret escape tunnel in there and you'll leave and be gone forever????? Well, I learned to smile and put up with that performance because any and every time I left that door ajar, or didn't quite close it until it clicked, our first sheepie woud come bounding into the bathroom with a soaking wet, slobbery tennis ball or rawhide, run right up to me, drop it in my  unmentionables, turn on a dime, and bolt right back out just as proud as could be.
Grossssssssss!!!!!! |
| LMAO |
| Yes, they have a keen sense of humor. <Big Grin> while reading these stories. |
| Hehe this made me laugh... which prompted Rufus to come & dump his slobbery stuffie on my laptop and lick my face eeeww. |
| They are just sharing their toys and joys with us.
Thankfully none of mine are into chews or toys. Instead I must guard against chin licks or worse if my face is within thier range. And if it's not, they are not above giving boobie licks, "Hey Mom, do these work?" |
| LMAO |
| ditto |
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