My dogs make me crazy. I do crazy things to cope with them.
about 2 months ago at approximately 5:30 A.M. I let the dogs out to potty and they discovered a cat
hiding under a bush. Now the cat being smart took off. The only problem is both of them took off as
well across the next front yard, through the giant hedge, and into the next back yard. Knowing that cat
was toast if they caught it I ran screeching right behind them barefoot and in Pajamas, wildly yelling at
them, " NO NO CALI ROBYN COME BACK BEFORE I KILL YOU!" Luckily the cat got away,
and I caught them before they got into the next county. But not before every light on my block came
on and heads were peeping out as I slunk and limped back to my house muttering bad words as I
dragged Cali back to the house by her collar while Robyn trotted along behind like the conquering
victor. All of this went down in less than a minute and I'm sure everyone was not ready to get out of
Every Saturday at noon the Sirens go off. This makes the dogs howl. Well Cali howls and Robyn
sounds like a unoiled gear on a car that needs a brake job. This goes on for about 3 minutes.
Sometimes it followed by a round of barking as well. In their minds they are singing you the
song of their people. I would just advise you to put on some Led Zeppelin at about five til Noon and
turn it up really loud. Or wear headphones. Or just leave.
This also happens if you get up to go to the bathroom upstairs at night or in the morning, or if everyone
comes home you can hear this cacophony coming through the walls of the house as you close the car
We also experience the one Yorkie a leaping at the window in front as I come up the walk. It does not
matter if I have been gone for 5 minutes or 5 hours. Its the leaping at one window, and the entire body
wag of Cali at the other...Along with the screech, howl, bark, opera.
Then there is the litany of Potty time. When I go to the door the Yorkie, Robyn. starts leaping in the air
and bouncing off my butt like "Dog de Soliel" . Cali the Cattle dog spins around and pushes her nose
into the back of my knees. This leaves me squished against the door. Then the next part, it starts out
with the 3 bang of the back door, the dogs running out and the run around the fence 4 times, crash
through the bushes and dry leaves, trample through the leaves some more smelling everything, stop
and pee, then walk around for 5 minutes finding a place too, well, you know poo. I don't understand
the mystery decision of the perfect spot to poo because it changes every damn day. Sometimes its easy
out- go- back to the door. Other days its back and forth over the yard a couple of hundred times ,
Chase a squirrel, chase a squirrel, mill around in a tight spot 3 times, nope that's not it, back to smelling
around more. All the while I'm saying "Potty, lets potty come on ya'll its potty time, please potty." Then
I switch to "Go go better hurry, lets go better hurry, no Robyn get back here, no come, Robyn Robyn
don't poop on their driveway come back here you little ROBYN GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE!"
Meanwhile Cali is still searching for her perfect Nirvana of place to poo and I say"HURRY UP CALI"
20 times and Finally...
The cat is for another time...