We were woken up to a small, by California standards anyway, but rocking earthquake this morning. Brutus, my English Bulldog, slept right through it. The picture you see here is the same position he was in before, during and after the earthquake. Except his eyes never opened. I know this because I could hear him snoring. Seriously? I thought dogs were supposed to be more sensitive to these things? More and more proof that he isn’t a real dog but more of a stunted toddler.
He was his difficult self this weekend so the earthquake thing just tops it off. We went camping over Saturday night. At this particular spot there was no designated dog run. Uh-oh. To add to Brutus' list of neurosis he will not pee (or anything else) if he does not have a designated “area”. My husband and I and other people we were with, walked this dog no less than twenty times in the time span of about 5 hours and still no luck. He just refused.
Finally around 5:30 in the morning he was ready. He was doing the dance. Up and back. Get up, Mom! Out I trek into the cold, darkness. Where does he choose? Directly behind the motorhome where we’d been leading him the night before, over and over. Sigh. Fifteen hours later, he finally peed. There is something wrong with this dog. Most boy dogs are happy to pee all over everything in sight. Not this one.
And don’t get me started on the drool he left all over my window on the drive up and back in my car. Good thing he’s cute. And how can you not love that face? I'm a sucker I know. What else is new?
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