It had been a particularly tough day with Oliver. He was teething badly and would not go down for his morning nap. Nothing would make Oliver happy and he needed to be held non-stop. Norman picked this day to transform from a 100lb respectable dog to a 5lb yappy, annoying, needy tea cup poodle.
Finally at 4pm Oliver started showing signs of wanting to go down. I took him upstairs and went thru the routine, pulling the drapes, turning on the fan and his music box then sitting down with him in the rocking chair and reading him his nap book. He wasn't having it. Oliver was up and down in my lap, putting his paci in my mouth, back in his mouth, back in my mouth, throw it on the floor, wash it off, back in his mouth, etc.
After about 40 minutes of rocking he finally starts to shut his eyes when Norman barged thru the shut door, (waking up Oliver) just to see what he was missing. He made a lap of the room then left. I got up, shut the door again and went back to rocking Oliver. Norman then started pacing outside the door creating enough noise with his nails on the hardwood and his dog collar to not allow Oliver to focus on sleeping. Norman finally laid down outside the door and Oliver started to fall asleep again. Then Norman started hacking up some of his lunch! Oliver was now wide awake and I was starting to run thru options on how to kill Norman.
I got up and forced Norman downstairs. 30 minutes later Oliver was finally in bed and ready to nap when the postman showed up (5 hours later than normal.) As always the postman's arrival set Norman into a barking frenzy. Oliver was up again, and my plot to murder my dog thickened. By this time I was to the point in my plan that I was trying to figure out how to dispose of Norman's body, his death was already an afterthought.
15 minutes later Oliver is down, I'm walking out of the door when Norman sees another dog outside, or a squirrel, or a rabbit, or cat, etc and he gives his deep growl and a lone loud bark. I start heading for my shotgun when I hear Oliver (how is still asleep) utter, 'dog'. Norman barks again, I hear another muffled, 'dog'. This went on four times. This broke my murderous thoughts towards Norman and by the forth 'dog' I was laughing to myself hysterically.
Little ones are great for getting your head straight again. Sorry Norman for wanting to kill you. I love you but sometimes I wish you were a fish.
I am laughing so hard there are tears in my eyes! I can just hear Norman barking, Oliver and saying dog and you saying...well, we can just imagine what you were saying! : ) Thanks for sharing your day, the good and the bad! Miss you guys!
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