The bit I really like about the above post is that it was last edited at 5.15. Do you get any sleep, are you fuckin Dracula. Oh and a happy new Year to your dogs from our dog.I'm hoping tonight finds you a little better Trek, but I also hope this makes you giggle.
Our youngest for some reason doesn't like the dark, so we use pads in our dog house for her in winter (a built extension on the kitchen in effect where they can lie and be cooler during the winter when we have the rads on).
She's started to get brave and go fully out even though she's reticent. Took 5 attempts tonight because fireworks were going off all night and she hid under my old man's feet for most of it, even though I knew she needed to go, but she finally stuck her head out the fly netting - and then boom.
Some arsewipe set off a loud firework, she pissed on the spot and in the process jumped 180 degrees and pegged it back into the house, covering my foot in the process.
She then promptly hid under the missus' legs and a blanket for 2 hours. When she finally moved she took the blanket with her, so she looked liked a black ghost trying to quietly lurk across the living room as if nobody could see her (spider like).
But I got the giggles. That 180 had me for about 10 minutes even though I was sat on the floor fussing and trying to calm her down. I then got the giggles on the ghost routine.
And to top it off, when she finally went out properly much later in the night, I stayed with her outside for obvious reasons, but she sauntered back in like she didn't have a care in the world and looked at me like 'why are you here?'.
She then walked to and sat in front of the missus for a fucking treat for being brave enough to have a shit.
Eldest clocked this, not missing a trick when it comes to her belly and sat right next to her, offering her paw as if to sweeten the deal.
I was giggling again, and obviously the missus caved.
That might sound normal until you factor in both of them wouldn't shut up for about 4 hours tonight (the longest yet), and our eldest has now either worked out how to (or remembered) how to howl when she wants to be cute. Eldest did it that much tonight she started squeaking and losing her voice until she took a break.
The kids are now telling the dogs to be quiet because they are making 'too much noise'. The fucking irony!
I half think the dogs are actually telling my kids to shut up given the noise they make on nights like this.
What I did like, is when I went 'woo, woo' as a pathetic howl, the eldest responded with the same, and the youngest did it like she was on stage looking for an Oscar as she fell to the ground and threw her head back like Helen Mirren on coke.
Looking back, I might have been to blame for the four hours?