A Dog Day Afternoon

Our dogs have lost their minds lately.  I’ll be the first to tell you that we don’t have the best behaved dogs.  They have their golden moments, but for the most part they are jumping, slobbering, couch-coveting beasts.  And I love them.  As intrusive as they might be, they are only that way because we treat them like part of our family.  For five years now, the dogs have been our children.  Our hairy, smelly, spoiled children.

Lately though, they seem to be worse.  Take the couch, for example.  We recently moved our living room furniture around so that Chris and I could get more use out of our couch and loveseat.  The problem with this is that for the past few years, the couches have sort of belonged to the dogs.  Now, they are pissed that we are trying to relocate them.  When Chris and I sit on the couch now, the dogs don’t try to lay with us or cuddle or spend time with us.  They growl.  They moan.  They throw themselves at our feet, whining over the injustice that has vicimized them.

Such drama queens.

And its not just the couch.  They dogs are now incredibly vocal whenever they feel they have been cheated.  And cheated to them can be something as simple as not being fed at exactly 5:55 PM.  If we are even 5 minutes late feeding Lucy (the little one), she throws herself at our ankles, moaning and barking until food appears in her bowl.

Clearly, something needed to change.  We tried ignoring them.  We tried putting them in time out.  We tried giving them everything they wanted.  Nothing helped.  The dogs stayed in their rut and Chris and I continued to be frustrated with them.  Finally today, we thought of a different way to handle this whole situation.  Maybe the dogs were bored.  They’ve been inside for the past few months because of the weather.  They are tired of each other, of us, of their toys, of their food, of their couches.  Maybe they needed a make over and a change in scenery.

So, we packed up this morning and took them to the park to take out some of their frustrations on ducks, small children, and the elderly.  It was a glorious success.

Molly and Chris

Molly and Chris

Me, the Bean, my non-showered hair, and the dogs

Me, the Bean, my non-showered hair, and the dogs

Molly saying hello to the ducks

Molly saying hello to the ducks

After a good romp in the park, we had a little water break at the car before heading home.  Good thing the dogs are professionals when it comes to drinking out of Solo cups.  Comes from all that practice stealing beers at house parties…

"Hey!  This is water!  Where's my beer?"

"Hey! This isn't beer!"

The trip home was a little tricky.  Since Lucy was a puppy, she has been riding on my lap on our weekend trips to visit Chris in college.  She’s a road warrior.  A trooper.  A traveler.  Planes, trains, or automobiles – she’s done them all without so much as a blink.

Lucy riding shotgun, barking at anything that moves and wagging her tail like a college student on Spring Break

Lucy riding shotgun, barking at anything that moves and wagging her tail like a college student on Spring Break

Molly, however, was not blessed with the travel gene.

About 5 seconds before Molly yacked

About 5 seconds before Molly yacked

In fact, she is such a lousy traveler, that she didn’t even make it all the way home from our adventure this morning.  She got so sick in the car that Chris had to get out and walk her the last few blocks home.

Molly prefers the sidewalk over the backseat

Molly prefers the sidewalk over the backseat

But once we got everyone home via their preferred method of travel, the dogs were 100% satisfied.  They had taken the edge off and seemed calmer and not so pissy.

Relaxing back at the house on the back deck

Relaxing back at the house on the back deck

I guess sometimes you just need to walk it off…

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6 responses to “A Dog Day Afternoon

  1. That’s smart of you! Maybe that’s what I need when I get pissy—just to go walk it off. Smart, smart, smart.

  2. Oh my goodness, that picture of Molly 5 seconds before she yacked is priceless!

  3. Gina

    This post made me so sad. 😦

    My doggie of 13 years passed on 02/25/09, and we used to have to do the same thing for her.

    >sigh< Enjoy the time you have with them, no matter how much they irritate you, and no matter how smelly they get. I would do anything hug my Sammy one last time.

  4. We just got a new comforter and it’s dry clean only… Before we had cruddy, non matching bedding so the dogs snuggled with us on it and we didn’t mind. Now we are working on training them not to get on the bed. We refuse to use the new stuff until we train them. We wouldn’t have this issue if we just didn’t let them up there in the first place! But they look so darn cute snuggled on my pillow 😉

    Poor Molly! But I was totally cracking up that Chris had to walk her the rest of the way home!
    I’m glad both of our dogs are traveling pros; we often take 10 hr drives between MD and GA to visit family.

  5. funny how our fur-kids react when they finally get what *they* want. Maddie, our golden, will pout in a corner until she gets her way…