I was away for the weekend. I came home, very glad to be back, could
hardly wait to see Tuck, but especially wanting to see my husband. Tuck,
pestered me until I went to bed. Computering is very difficult with a big
dog in your lap. even on a laptop.
Tuck was just glued to me.
This morning, the pestering began anew. Tuck wanted ME. He wanted my
attention, and at 4am, started bringing me socks and slippers, and great
tidings of joy. If he could have brought me Gold, Incense and myrrh, I
would have been so gifted. He was so joyful in my return.
So I put the dogs outside to let them play in the snow, but Tuck and Reka
were soon back banging on the door, wanting to be with me. So I fed them,
brought the laundry up from the dryer to fold, and placed it on the kitchen
table to do later, and closed the door to the bedroom so I could have time
with my husband while we caught up on the weekend events. My husband
related how Tuck was just a mess in my absence, and begged DH to train him
and engage him in games. He asked me if playing with the dog was an all
day affair? And I said, Tuck and I enjoyed having quality time together,
yes.
In the interim, outside the bedroom doors, it was obvious the feeding
had finished, and Tuck was bringing me the metal food dishes. He's banging
on the bedroom door with them, picking them up, dropping them over and over
and over. The cacophony was deafening. I was glad I had shut the bedroom
door, because it was apparent that I would not have time uninterrupted to
catch up with my husband's weekend. Then I heard wrestling, and something
was obviously going awry outside the doors. Whatever it was, it was bad. I
chose to ignore it. Finally the beagle screamed, and I knew the old lady
got stepped on. And i listened as she attacked Tuck, and he screamed also.
The big galloot needs to learn respect and personal space, I supposed
the old lady beagle took him to task to be more careful around her. The
maelstrom raged ever louder outside the bedroom door, and I finally peeked
out to see what they had done. All the laundry was taken from the table,
and placed at the bedroom door. The food pans were all there. And
firewood from the fireplace had also been gifted in the mix. Tuck was
bleeding from his misadventure with the old beagle (I'm sure he earned
every bit of it)
And my sabbatical from the dogs was over and my day had begun,
willingly or not, my dogs drug me out into the day, and the world.

GOOD MORNING!

"diddy" none wrote in message
. ..
I was away for the weekend. I came home, very glad to be back, could
hardly wait to see Tuck, but especially wanting to see my husband. Tuck,
pestered me until I went to bed. Computering is very difficult with a big
dog in your lap. even on a laptop.
Tuck was just glued to me.
This morning, the pestering began anew. Tuck wanted ME. He wanted my
attention, and at 4am, started bringing me socks and slippers, and great
tidings of joy. If he could have brought me Gold, Incense and myrrh, I
would have been so gifted. He was so joyful in my return.
So I put the dogs outside to let them play in the snow, but Tuck and Reka
were soon back banging on the door, wanting to be with me. So I fed them,
brought the laundry up from the dryer to fold, and placed it on the
kitchen
table to do later, and closed the door to the bedroom so I could have
time
with my husband while we caught up on the weekend events. My husband
related how Tuck was just a mess in my absence, and begged DH to train
him
and engage him in games. He asked me if playing with the dog was an all
day affair? And I said, Tuck and I enjoyed having quality time together,
yes.
In the interim, outside the bedroom doors, it was obvious the feeding
had finished, and Tuck was bringing me the metal food dishes. He's
banging
on the bedroom door with them, picking them up, dropping them over and
over
and over. The cacophony was deafening. I was glad I had shut the bedroom
door, because it was apparent that I would not have time uninterrupted to
catch up with my husband's weekend. Then I heard wrestling, and something
was obviously going awry outside the doors. Whatever it was, it was bad.
I
chose to ignore it. Finally the beagle screamed, and I knew the old lady
got stepped on. And i listened as she attacked Tuck, and he screamed also.
The big galloot needs to learn respect and personal space, I supposed
the old lady beagle took him to task to be more careful around her. The
maelstrom raged ever louder outside the bedroom door, and I finally
peeked
out to see what they had done. All the laundry was taken from the table,
and placed at the bedroom door. The food pans were all there. And
firewood from the fireplace had also been gifted in the mix. Tuck was
bleeding from his misadventure with the old beagle (I'm sure he earned
every bit of it)
And my sabbatical from the dogs was over and my day had begun,
willingly or not, my dogs drug me out into the day, and the world.

GOOD MORNING!
======================
Shouldn't that be a chapter in your book?

"pfoley" spoke these words of wisdom in
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"diddy" none wrote in message
. ..
I was away for the weekend. I came home, very glad to be back, could
hardly wait to see Tuck, but especially wanting to see my husband.
Tuck,
pestered me until I went to bed. Computering is very difficult with a
big
dog in your lap. even on a laptop.
Tuck was just glued to me.
This morning, the pestering began anew. Tuck wanted ME. He wanted my
attention, and at 4am, started bringing me socks and slippers, and great
tidings of joy. If he could have brought me Gold, Incense and myrrh, I
would have been so gifted. He was so joyful in my return.
So I put the dogs outside to let them play in the snow, but Tuck and
Reka
were soon back banging on the door, wanting to be with me. So I fed
them,
brought the laundry up from the dryer to fold, and placed it on the
kitchen
table to do later, and closed the door to the bedroom so I could have
time
with my husband while we caught up on the weekend events. My husband
related how Tuck was just a mess in my absence, and begged DH to train
him
and engage him in games. He asked me if playing with the dog was an
all
day affair? And I said, Tuck and I enjoyed having quality time together,
yes.
In the interim, outside the bedroom doors, it was obvious the feeding
had finished, and Tuck was bringing me the metal food dishes. He's
banging
on the bedroom door with them, picking them up, dropping them over and
over
and over. The cacophony was deafening. I was glad I had shut the
bedroom
door, because it was apparent that I would not have time uninterrupted
to
catch up with my husband's weekend. Then I heard wrestling, and
something
was obviously going awry outside the doors. Whatever it was, it was
bad.
I
chose to ignore it. Finally the beagle screamed, and I knew the old
lady
got stepped on. And i listened as she attacked Tuck, and he screamed
also.
The big galloot needs to learn respect and personal space, I supposed
the old lady beagle took him to task to be more careful around her. The
maelstrom raged ever louder outside the bedroom door, and I finally
peeked
out to see what they had done. All the laundry was taken from the table,
and placed at the bedroom door. The food pans were all there. And
firewood from the fireplace had also been gifted in the mix. Tuck was
bleeding from his misadventure with the old beagle (I'm sure he earned
every bit of it)
And my sabbatical from the dogs was over and my day had begun,
willingly or not, my dogs drug me out into the day, and the world.

GOOD MORNING!
======================
Shouldn't that be a chapter in your book?










Too advanced reading for primers. Nope.

"pfoley" spoke these words of wisdom in
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Shouldn't that be a chapter in your book

Marley has already been done. I found that book to be extremely painful to
read. I was so glad in reading Cesar Milan's book, that the author of Marley
sought his help with his next dog, and there will not be another painful
Marley Sequel!

This morning was such an exception to my normal dog behavior, that I thought
those who think I have the perfect dogs might find some perverse joy in
finding out that sometimes my dogs are very normal.

montana wildhack spoke these words of
wisdom in news:2007121011320316807-montana@wildhackcominvalid:

Wow. That's a LOT of enthusiasm.

Do you think Reka was part of the putting-everything-on-the-floor
adventure?



She may have been, but Tuck is the one that's been in my face since I got
home. I could hear Reka out there. so somehow she was involved. She may
have been trying to stop Tuck from his shenanigans. She was involved in the
wrestling, whether she willingly engaged or was drafted is suspect.
She may have helped with the laundry. I doubt she helped with the firewood,
and KNOW she was not involved in the pan clanging. She doesn't like metal
clanging, and doesn't like eating out of the metal pans, because her dog
tags ting on the metal. She won't pick up metal pans, because she hates
the metal ting, if she drops them. on the other hand, Tuck is a percussion
master, and would LOVE the cymbals, if he could only make them work. In the
meantime, he was the only possibile party banging the door with the pans
and crashing them to the floor in an ever increasing cressendo on noise.

Reka was with me this weekend, so she was not suffering separation anxiety.

Glorious reading, diddy! Everyone should have such a life!
Lost in the "Marly" blitz (did you know it was the #1 non-fiction
best seller for last year?) was a much better book "DogPeople". The
author, an inexperienced guy whose wife said, "The kid's gotta have a
dog", actually learned as he went along. "Rex in the City" was good,
too, but the publisher almost didn't go forward after "Marly"

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"diddy" none wrote in message
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I finally
peeked
out to see what they had done. All the laundry was taken from the table,
and placed at the bedroom door. The food pans were all there. And
firewood from the fireplace had also been gifted in the mix. Tuck was
bleeding from his misadventure with the old beagle (I'm sure he earned
every bit of it)
And my sabbatical from the dogs was over and my day had begun,
willingly or not, my dogs drug me out into the day, and the world.

GOOD MORNING!
======================
Shouldn't that be a chapter in your book?


Oh yes, I agree! Great story, diddy.


td