Tuesday, 04 December 2012

  • So, I got this dog, right?

    Well, about 7 months ago I got this dog. Here he is:



    (Yeah, he needs a hair cut)

    I call him Miles Barkly Jr. Even though his dad's name wasn't Miles Barkly. So, it's not even possible he's a Jr...but whatever. He is now. His original name wasn't even Miles, anyway. It was Milo. He just ended up being Miles...

    That has nothing to do with what I'm about to tell you.

    He's actually a pretty mild mannered dog for being only 7 months old.  But, let me tell you as soon as he gets the chance to be obnoxious, he will be.

    He'll get his ball and jump on the couch next to me, or whoever. Then, he'll drop his ball. After a few minutes if you don't throw it, he whines. And whines. And whines. And whines.  He'll literally sit there and whine at you for an hour if you don't throw the stupid ball. I know. I've done it. He doesn't care what you're doing. I'm pretty sure you could be sitting there dead, and he would whine at you to throw the ball. I don't know. I haven't done that. Do they have fetch addiction classes for dogs? Don't answer that. It's not a real question. He needs it, though. He has a serious problem.

    He torments the guinea pigs. Not in a mean way, in fact he loves them. We have an open top cage and he jumps in there just to hang out with them. The problem is, he harasses them to play with him, too. They, of course, being guinea pigs, have no idea how to play with a dog. So, they huddle up in a corner while he makes noises at them and licks them (instead of play biting, he play licks them.) They're pretty cool with him most of the time. I mean, as long as he's just laying by them and they can eat his hair. I have barber guinea pigs, it's what they do. As you can see, from the above picture, they suck at their job.

    He's buddy buddy with the neighbor's dog. Which isn't a bad thing. It's kinda cute. They play together through the fence and have a grand ol' time. The issue is, he passes all of his toys through the fence to the other dog. Then, when he comes back in the house he has no toys to play with. That means that anything in the bathroom trashcan becomes free game.  And ends up all over the living room. Shut the bathroom door, you say? Yeah. Seems like common sense. Except our bathroom door doesn't shut. All I can do is catch him in the act, use my stern voice and say "MILES BARKLY!", then he'll drop whatever he's holding. It's just that I usually don't catch him in the process of destroying whatever that trashcan holds.

    Even though he can be pretty obnoxious doing the things he does, he's actually pretty awesome. He's smart when it comes to getting what he wants. (He trained Evie to feed him. She gets food on her hand and sticks it out for him to lick it off.) He's not too hyper. He's super protective for being such a little guy. I mean, he will bark his head off is someone comes through the door he doesn't know as he cowards against the wall.  He's a grade A dog, no doubt. That wasn't even sarcasm, ya'll. He lets me put clothes on him, so anything annoying he does is automatically ok in my book.

    (In case you're wondering, all of my animals have first and middle names. Guinea pigs? Pirate Napster and Butterscotch Toffee. Both female. Someone was bound to ask, right?)











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