Tim got the dogs a new present, and so far they are very confused about it.
During the summer, when we have the doors and windows open so we don’t melt into puddles of goo on the couch, we are constantly peeling ourselves off the couch to let the dogs in and out. They hear a noise outside and need to go bark in the yard. Then they realize they’re outside and we’re inside and they want to be with us so they need to come in. And then they hear a noise outside and need to go bark in the yard. And, repeat.
Fun as it is to go through this cycle approximately 1,000 times/night, Tim decided to put an end to it and install a doggie door in our screen door. They’re very skeptical of the contraption, naturally, and so far refuse to go though it unless we hold it open with a piece of cheese on the other side. The concept of pushing through it themselves is downright terrifying. Nobody is surprised by this.
I’m sure that in time they’ll figure it out. They’ll be desperate enough to go outside and bark at a noise that they’ll just run though it (much like Smalls tried to run through the screen pre-doggie-door yesterday afternoon) and realize all the freedom and joy that come with the doggie door.
Until then, I expect there will be a lot of coaxing on our part, and a lot of cheese eating on their part.
As it turns out, not everyone in the house is excited about my new tap floor.
Whether she’s mad that it takes up space under the couch when not in use or she’s just not impressed at all with my dancing, one thing’s for sure: Smalls is not a fan.
Smalls has had a permanent faux-hawk on the back of her neck since the day we brought her home. When people first meet her, they often see Smalls’s built-in fashion statement and think she’s extremely upset. Once we assure them that the hair on the back of her neck always stands up, no matter her mood, they relax and work on coming to terms with how awesome our dog is.
You can tell Smalls is really riled up when her faux-hawk extends past her neck and all the way down her back.
This still doesn’t mean she’s angry, though. It usually just means she’s having a ton of fun wrestling with Ben.
As we’ve seen before, Ben is a big fan of blending in with his surroundings. I think he feels a little more protected from the dangers of the world when he’s well hidden. Recently, Ben took advantage of a warm evening to conceal himself on Tim’s comforter-free side of the bed:
Can you spot him? Don’t feel bad if you can’t. Ben is, after all, a master of hiding in plain sight.
This is my favorite thing to do with Smalls’s face:
I’m not sure it’s her favorite thing, but maybe she should have thought of that before she grew all that extra skin.