Our dogs have it pretty rough. Because Lenny ate most of the dog beds we purchased for her (and the ones we got for Daphne!) the poor beasts are forced to sleep only on the human furniture.
We ship Lenny off to daycare twice a week. She comes home exhausted. It’s really quite awful, all the playing she is forced to do. Apparently, she is also used for some of the new dog evaluations as a “high energy female dog.” Shocker. Luckily, we are at least nice enough to let her sleep it off on the aforementioned “dog bed.”
Besides all that, we insist on taking many pictures of the dogs close up. Look how pained Daphne is to endure this:
(actually, in the above picture, she seemed to be preparing for my yelling at her to get off the couch. Yelling or camera? I went with camera. We all know she sleeps on the couch anyway.)
After the storm cleared on Saturday and the sidewalks were more or less cleared on Sunday, we walked to the store and took Lenny with us. The poor dog had to walk a whole mile; maybe even a mile and a half when all was said and done. We made her wear this ridiculous coat from REI. Seriously, we are the worst.
That is a sneer of disdain, my friends.
To add to the indignity, we covered up her little feet! She was none too pleased about this. Sadly, I did not get a video of her panicking about not being able to walk. (As a serious aside: Lenny’s toenails are all starting to crack and some are even falling off. The vet says that this is due to the dry winter weather – I am skeptical about it being “dry” with so much snow on the ground, but fine. Apparently, we should use the booties more and also moisturize Lenny’s feet. Crazy.)
As awful as we are, and as hard as we make their lives, we do occasionally allow Daphne to simply sit outside in the snow, and for this, she is grateful.
Are you, too, mean to your dogs, forcing them into all sorts of horrible things such as clothing and couches? How do they survive the horror of humans?
Happy Wednesday, folks.
Oh my gosh, you are the first person I have ever known, besides Uncle Bob, to have your dog wear boots/booties. Poor Millie, our beloved Cocker, hates her boots and the rain or snow or cold. When Uncle Bob takes her for the first walk of the day, she will try to hide with her head against a pillow on the sofa so she can’t see him. Just like a child…if I can’t see you, you can’t see me. Some of her hiding places are clever. Once she hid under the kitchen table among the chairs. Another time she hid curled up against the wall in the study and you really had to look to find her. I am amused by all of this but then I don’t have to walk her.
I love this post so much. Molly doodle enjoys having her photo taken just as much as your buggers.
Another suggestion, have you tried giving Lenny a fatty acid capsule on a routine basis? It seems to improve a lot of dogs dry skin issues in the winter and it certainly won’t have any negative side effects. I just put them in the dogs food and they eat them on their own.
That last picture = bliss!
I cannot get over Lenny’s little boots! That is precious.
We, of course, force Eleanor to play outside every afternoon chasing the reflections of the sun bouncing off windows/doors/mirrors/the ground. And we force Eleanor and Kingsley to spoon us during the night so we wake up and have no idea why there is no more room in the bed. That’s definitely all our fault too.