Monday, April 21, 2008

BOO.....THE PYRENEES.


We have a dog that weighs more then our daughter and she's 32! He's huge, he's gorgeous and he doesn't listen worth a crap. Oh, for the husband words don't even need to be spoken. The husband just opens the back door, nods at the dog and he comes running...Me, that's another story. We love dogs, infact at one time we had 5. They were Golden Retrievers, they listened. Boo on the other hand knows he's French. He has that "Don't bother me" air about him...he secretly hates me....I don't know why? I feed him, give him his medicine and I get up in the middle of the night to take him out. To be fair I open the back door and he lets himself out into his run. That's when the trouble begins. I could stand at the top of the stairs with links of sausage around my neck and he still wouldn't come in. If he had hands I swear he would give me the finger. For years I thought he was deaf. I was honestly concerned because he wouldn't even acknowledge that I was standing there......no eye contact....nothing. But the the husband, who thinks this dog is a saint, told me what my problem is..........The dog can sense that I'm not sincere when I call him...................I don't think anything more needs to be said.

1 comment:

Peg @ Bloomfield Farm said...

I can't believe you didn't get any comments on this post. It is way too funny! As a dog person myself, I can identify with your role as house maid to a dog. Boo understood that the boss was truly THE BOSS, but you... well, he may have felt that superiority that the French sometimes exude.