Momma took Dexter to the dog doctor to show off his poop. I wanted to go along (since I love going to the doctor because I get tons of cookies and totally adored) but I refused to ride in my mastiff mobile when the Dexter cage was in it, so I got left behind. While at the doctor, Dexter peed for about 20 minutes due to the vast quantities of water he has been drinking. I suspect that he is not really drinking, but trolling for leftovers that fall from my most ample jowls into the water bowl.
They must have dosed him with some doggie mojo at the vet, because when he came home, he marched right up the stairs...
past me, and...To MY puppy food bowl? Am I seeing this right?Holy smokes! The nerve of the little guy. I'm in the habit of savoring my meals over several hours and those leftovers were just about nicely baked in the sun and he goes and helps himself? Not right! I can't watch. Is it over?Can you imagine? That upstart is actually trying to give me the hairy eyeball. Sigh...After he ate my leftovers, he still got served up his own lunch so by that time he was so full all he could do was curl up in his cage to digest like some python that just swallowed a hippo.
Anyhoo, I got Dexter this cool little stuffie as a welcome home gift. I figured he would like it since lots of his relatives are actual working field dogs.
Dexter did like it, but he couldn't get it to quack. I picked it up to demonstrate how to apply the proper pressure for quacking and right in the middle of the lesson, he tried to take it out of my mouth. Naturally I told him to cut it out and before I knew it I was slapped with a restraining order and now I'm not allowed to even be like on the same continent with Dexter when he has his duckie. Oh man!
We now have joint custody of the duckie which means we each get to have equal, supervised visitation. This has led to a serious debate regarding the best way to "visit" with the duckie. Dexter thinks that one should go all cracker dog on the thing whereas I believe you should just make it quack and quack and quack and....
So you be the judge...
Me, right? Me, me, me! I'm the one who knows how to visit the duckie properly.
Mango Man! Oh yeah!
P.S. Dexter has gained a pound since he came home three days ago which doesn't surprise me since he totally tricked Momma and Master into giving him dinner twice last night (long story, lack of communication).