Her name is Mae.
She is a boxer.
We adopted her about 6 months ago, and now she is 2 years old.
I will share two of my favorite stories that really sum up the whole of my experience with her in my life.
When I go to work, Mae goes to her kennel, which she doesn't mind if I'm around, but when I'm gone, she gets kinda antsy in there. While I was at work one day, Becca was going to my house to let Mae outside and feed her and play with her and such, because we are good parents.
I hate it when people do that, talk about themselves as parents with a dog. It's gross, so we are good dog owners? Yea that's how I'll say it. We are good dog owners.
Walking up to my house, she saw Mae in the large window that looks into the kitchen. She was not, however, JUST sitting in the window, but sitting on top of my bar height table which sits right in front of the window. Just chilling, waiting for me to come home. In the few hours I had been at work she had accomplished to:
1) Break out of her kennel. She is a regular Houdini and now has padlocks located at the corners and the door of the kennel.
2) Somehow gotten out of the laundry room where her kennel was, the door to which I had shut...and was still shut. I repeat, Houdini.
3) Pooped and peed in the living room. This was kind of expected, but still, worth noting.
4) Jumped up to retrieve her bag of treats (located on a shelf above the washer, a good 6 ft. in the air) As well as Houdini, she jumps like Lebron.
5) Ate her entire bag of treats. Later, I read the bag and it recommended NO MORE than 1-2 treats per day. Whoops.
6) Chewed up a roll of paper towels.
This one's my favorite.
7) Got a can of Dr. Pepper off the counter, popped a hole in it, a proceeded to drink 3/4 of the can. She certainly has good taste in soda!
and last, as you already know,
8) Patiently waited my arrival home while sitting atop my table, again, bar height table. Lebron ain't got nothin on her.
I'll leave the other story for tomorrow I think.
Until Next Time,
Nate
I forgot to mention..."she knocked everything off the kitchen counter scattering it all over the kitchen, flipped her kennel up on its side, destroyed the laundry room and made other messes. From now on, your house, your dog, your mess :)"
ReplyDeleteFrom my lovely bride to be...who happened to clean up the mess for me. I know...I got me a keeper!