Monday, February 20, 2012

Whimper, Snarfle, Stink

Today was one of those special days when Jack got to go to the shop with us.  As we were getting ready to leave this morning, he started in with his whimpery, snarfling sounds.  These are not to be confused with the whimpery, snarfly sounds he makes EVERY.SINGLE.MORNING at 5-ish, when he decides he needs to be let out.  You can try to ignore him all you want, but it doesn't work.  Snarf, snarf, whimper, whimper, as he trots back and forth up and down the hallway, in and out of our room, in and out of the shower in our bathroom and back and forth from one side of the bed to the other until someone gets up to let him out.  Is it his "owner"?  ha ha ha, no, HE would be fast asleep and oblivious upstairs.

On those mornings when I think I have outsmarted him and get up for the last time of the night (thanks a lot hot flashes!), and I stumble into the bathroom only to be greeted by whimper, snarfle, click, click, click coming from the shower.  Busted.

Once in a while, he likes to go with us and when asked if he wants to "go", he will run to the car and usually hop right in.  (unless the gender confused  and overly rambunctious neighbor dog is in our yard)  It  is clear that Jack is getting older, his jumping skills are scaling back and he sometimes needs a little help.

At the shop, Jack has some major responsibilities that he manages to complete with great ease:

1.  Stink up the joint.

2.  Sleep.  Rotating locations between under my desk, under Wes' desk and on the rug in front of the sofa.

3.  Stink some more.

4.  Greet everyone that comes in the office.

5  Stink just a little bit more.

Tonight, the big baby boy was ever so helpful with the dinner clean up.

 Hmmm, there may be a relationship between the "stink" and the kitchen clean up.  I'll know for sure in a little while...

1 comment:

  1. I know that sharf, click, click, click very well. Unfortunately, I also know the stink.



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