After Master got home from work last night, Momma said she was totally FRIED and NEEDED A DRINK! So we went made an emergency run to the liquor store in the mastiff mobile (sans Dexter cage, thank goodness) to get her some relief. I was just happy to be alone with Momma for a bit. In fact, when we got home, I suggested that we just spend the night out in the garage and leave Master to deal with Dexter. I guess I wasn't very convincing...
Momma slept on the couch so she could keep all her clothes on and hear if Dexter got restless and RUN outside with him because he has to pee about 500 times a day. Of course I have to go out every time he goes out (to supervise) which resulted in significantly reduced meditation time and I'm starting to feel the brain strain. I stayed close by Momma all night in case Dexter escaped from his cage.
Today is daylight savings time, something I do not approve of since it means the sun doesn't come up until about noontime and it disrupts my morning routine (if you think I'm going walkies in the dark, you are sorely mistaken, there are all kinds of deer and coyotes and SKUNKS walking around at night).
Mercifully, it stopped raining which meant we could enjoy some quality time in the big yard. Dexter tried to hide under my bowl to catch any kibble that fell his way (note my most large and intimidating shadow looming).
I scared him off so that I could enjoy my meal in peace (little pest).
He sure is a nosy little dude. He found my stash of fermenting kibble that I had carefully placed in a snowbank so that it would be aged just right in the spring. Dexter started snarfing it down even though it wasn't yet totally rotted (kid has no taste). Momma said oh no! the rotten kibble will make Dexter sick! and scooped it all up. Bummer! Note blue collar which is reflective because we found out last night that even with a flashlight, Dexter just disappears in the yard at night.
This chap has no manners. I was peacefully enjoying a stick in my big yard and he came right up and tried to take it from me! Like all in my face trying to take it right out of my mouth! The horror! I gave him an "AR AR AR!" and he took off like a shot, oh yes indeedy, making little baby puppy yips (yip, yip, yip, where's my momma). The big crybaby. Don't be taking Mango's stick!
I feel like a bloody babysitter because no sooner had he recovered (uh, forgotten about) my reprimand over the stick, he tried to tunnel his way out under the fence. Fortunately, I was on hand to thwart him. The problem is, that our fence was installed with a big gap underneath so that Master can use the weed whacker. No problem for a normal sized dog, but a little midget like Dexter can slip right under.
Momma and Master spent the better part of the morning putting chicken wire, wood, and whatever else was on hand under the fence to keep the little guy from going rabbit on us (but since they're both about 200 years old and kind of lazy, they didn't quite finish, so I will have to continue to be vigilant).
Dexter started pruning the blueberry bushes which I knew would get him into trouble, so I redirected his attention to examining the vegetable beds. I'm trying to encourage him to take an interest in gardening.
Dexter thinks he's quite the dandy and that he could be like some sort of labramodel, so he's been practicing his stack. Big deal. (I think it looks more like he's peeing).
OK, enough modelling, let's have some action! He seems to like this one. He rolls over on his back and I kind of blow raspberries on his belly while he bites me in the face.
Next up, a little traditional puppy cute bouncy action.
I don't engage in such silliness.
To insure that Dexter would take a proper nap, we played "chase the Master" for a bit (which actually just tires out the Master).
Phew, plenty action for Mango. I think its nap time! How about you, little labradude?
Never too early to learn how to meditate, little grasshopper.
Mango Man! Oh yeah!