Doggy Antics

This is Berkley after I asked him to sit. Notice he is laying down. He gets so excited he falls over and ends up like this, or on his back with all four legs in the air.

Today, Berkley lost something underneath the couch.

I watched him for about 5 minutes as he tried to retrieve said object.

It was a valiant effort.

Notice that the distance from the floor to the bottom of the couch is about 3 inches.

Yet, that does not hinder Berkley's attempts to get under the couch.

He eventually admits his defeat.

What was Pete doing? The usual. Ignoring Berkley.

This is Braddock. He is an American Bulldog who belongs to our good friend, Daniel. Braddock is huge! One day, Braddock came to visit Berkley and Pete. While visiting, Braddock thought that he should let everyone know he was there by tee-teeing on the couch. It just so happened that I was home alone with the dogs working while Ben and Daniel had gone to small group.

I sent Ben a text that simply said, "Braddock pee'd on our couch." I got a quick response:

"This is Daniel. Take him outside and hit him with a log as hard as you can. Then yell at him and don't let him come back in the house."

Seriously Daniel? With a face like this?

Oh, and neither I, nor Daniel, hit Braddock with a log. The accident easily cleaned up with no harm done. I've learned that dogs who are potty trained still have accidents when they are in a strange place. It's ok. It happens to the best of us, right Berkley? (Sorry Dana and Katie.)

More of Mr. Tweeters

So, I said I'd put up some more shots of "Mr. Tweeters" when I got them uploaded, so here they are...

He has been at my door and back window again this morning. I promise you, he is looking at me! It is so weird.

Mr. Tweeters on his perch... looking at me.

Mr. Tweeters at the window above my front door looking in at me. I have no excuse for the filthiness of the window other than I can't reach it from the step ladder. So sorry you had to see this. Mental note: ask Ben to clean front window. It is gross.

Mr. Tweeters perched on the house that my mom bought for him. Still looking at me.