Today when I went home for lunch, I was not welcomed by the usual barking of Otis and Benji. I could only hear that of Benji. Images of disaster flashed through my brain! It was only recently that I have allowed Otis and Benji to stay in the house. I am thinking to myself, what has happened to Otis, has Benji finally gotten the best of him. I entered the house only to be welcomed by Benji, so now I am beginning to worry about Otis.
I look quickly around the living room all seems well. So, I start walking down the hallway to our bedroom and notice from the hallway that my school bag is in the floor with the lining pulled out. Nothing is in the bedroom floor but my bag, where is the rest of my crap!
I round the corner of our bedroom and enter the office to see papers shredded everywhere. My first thought was of the $128.50 textbook that was in the bag and the fact that even though I have not used it yet in class, someday I will probably have too. As I scan the room I notice that my notebook and textbook have not been touched. However, my papers and term paper have been annihilated.
I quickly scan the room looking for that little brown and white dog that at one time was "man's best friend" and see his little butt and nub of a tail sticking out from underneath my bed. You know hiding is not one of Otis's strong points. He thinks that if he can see you, you can't see him. Just because I left a bag of cookies in my bag was no reason to eat almost everything inside it trying to find the cookies.
Otis better be glad that Ryan left his BB gun at Aunt Cindy's last night or I might of been tempted to shoot. Do you think that even at the age of 38 my professor will except the excuse "my dog ate my homework"? Poor Otis, he didn't even get to eat the cookies because he could not figure out how to unzip the compartment of the bag where I had put them!
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Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Breakfast with Otis!
Every Saturday in our family we have Sausage,Chocolate Gravy and Biscuits for breakfast. Several months ago Otis lucked out and caught a break and finally got the opportunity to have Chocolate Gravy and Biscuits.
Ryan had decided to eat in the living room and left his plate on the end table when he was finished and left the room. This proved to be to much of a temptation for Otis to pass up.
Unfortunately for Otis, David walks in the front door and to David's surprise he sees Otis sitting in his recliner eating what is left of Ryan's breakfast.
Even in the bathroom with the water running in the bathtub, I can hear David yell at Otis. "Otis, what do you think you are doing?" Now I know that Otis must have done something pretty bad because Otis is David's best friend.
I hear Otis jump to the floor and then I can hear paws clawing and scratching as he tries to get his footing on the wood flooring. All he needs to do is put some distance between him and the scene of the crime.
I hear him as he skids down the hallway and right into the wall as he tries to make the corner. Right behind him I can hear David yelling at Otis and the thump of David's boot moving down the hallway right behind Otis. I immediately know that he is looking for me, so I can save him from David. I now hear him run into the bedroom, jump on the bed and off. Into the bathroom he comes sliding on the ceramic tile and hits the bathroom cabinet with a thud, shakes his head and looks around for me.
I know he thinks to himself "she just has to be in the bathtub" and knows that now he is trapped because David has made it into the bedroom. He has to make a split second decision about what his next options could be. Option One: Go back into the bedroom and try and out run David. Option Two: Yikes! Jump into the tub with Misty.
The choice is... Option Two: jump into the bathtub, run across Misty and lay down on the other side of the tub and hide. This is the dog I have to chase around the house when it is time for a bath. But now he is safe because he has his paws over his eyes and David will never see him.
From the bedroom David says, "Where is Otis?"
I reply, "In the tub with me."
Needless to say, Otis didn't get into trouble that day! He learned to eat faster and I learned to shut the door!
Ryan had decided to eat in the living room and left his plate on the end table when he was finished and left the room. This proved to be to much of a temptation for Otis to pass up.
Unfortunately for Otis, David walks in the front door and to David's surprise he sees Otis sitting in his recliner eating what is left of Ryan's breakfast.
Even in the bathroom with the water running in the bathtub, I can hear David yell at Otis. "Otis, what do you think you are doing?" Now I know that Otis must have done something pretty bad because Otis is David's best friend.
I hear Otis jump to the floor and then I can hear paws clawing and scratching as he tries to get his footing on the wood flooring. All he needs to do is put some distance between him and the scene of the crime.
I hear him as he skids down the hallway and right into the wall as he tries to make the corner. Right behind him I can hear David yelling at Otis and the thump of David's boot moving down the hallway right behind Otis. I immediately know that he is looking for me, so I can save him from David. I now hear him run into the bedroom, jump on the bed and off. Into the bathroom he comes sliding on the ceramic tile and hits the bathroom cabinet with a thud, shakes his head and looks around for me.
I know he thinks to himself "she just has to be in the bathtub" and knows that now he is trapped because David has made it into the bedroom. He has to make a split second decision about what his next options could be. Option One: Go back into the bedroom and try and out run David. Option Two: Yikes! Jump into the tub with Misty.
The choice is... Option Two: jump into the bathtub, run across Misty and lay down on the other side of the tub and hide. This is the dog I have to chase around the house when it is time for a bath. But now he is safe because he has his paws over his eyes and David will never see him.
From the bedroom David says, "Where is Otis?"
I reply, "In the tub with me."
Needless to say, Otis didn't get into trouble that day! He learned to eat faster and I learned to shut the door!
Monday, February 1, 2010
Otis is trying to kill me!
We have a Jack Russell and Rat Terrier Mix that is about 3 years old. His name is Otis, Otis Spunkmeyer, O and O day lee us! He comes to anything and generally is a hoot to be around. However, I now know that he is trying to kill me. So I am watching him because his first attempt did not work.
This weekend we received a beautiful snowfall. I would say that we got a least 6 inches up on the mountain where I live. Well, it is really more of a hill. On Saturday, Ryan, Otis, Benji (my dad calls him a Beyond Shit Dog- he is a Bichon and Shih Tzu mix) and I decide to explore the snow covered mountain. Ryan and I put on our ski pants, jackets, boots, gloves and hats... out the door we go.
Now Otis goes through life at a high rate of speed, so we are following behind him as we start our journey. He is jumping around like a jack rabbit. We check out the pond to see if it is frozen, cross streams and walk all over our ten acres. After about 30 minutes I am out of breath and ready to head home. However there are only three of us and Benji is a now walking snowball so I have to carry him back to the house because he can no longer bend his legs.
The three of us make it back to the house and I start thawing out Benji the snowball. Benji is thawed and I go outside to see if Otis has made it back to the homestead and of course he has not. I start calling for him and calling for him and nothing. I get this feeling that he could be in trouble, I mean I had just thawed out Benji and Otis does not have much hair... it is all on the couch, carpet and my clothes... he could be frozen out there.
I put my gear back on and head out. Past the pond, over the streams and back up the mountain. Calling Otis... nothing. I am getting a little worried about Otis. I start looking a big blood spot where a coyote snatched him. I walk, walk, climb, climb and the snow is now seems about 12 inches deep. My legs are getting weak and I now am seeing spots before my eyes. A ringing starts in my ears. My stomach is touching my back...I am breathing that hard. Still calling Otis... nothing.
I am telling you now that Otis is as white as the snow on the ground with the spots in my eyes he could be standing right in front of me and I would not know it. Starting to get fearful that I might not make it home, I point myself that way and try to make it home before I have a massive heart attack. Still calling Otis... nothing not even a bark.
Finally, I make it to my house and I am sooooo glad to see it, I only have to make it up 4 stairs and I can collapse and Ryan can call 911 to help me. And as I take those last few steps, moving at a high rate of speed is Otis. That darn dog was probably behind me the whole time. Jumping up and down like a jack rabbit and camoflaging himself in the snow, laughing at me the whole time, everything is a joke to Otis. I tell you he is trying to kill me... I wonder who put the hit out on me... it was probably Tiny Tim from the Creek Nation Casino.
This weekend we received a beautiful snowfall. I would say that we got a least 6 inches up on the mountain where I live. Well, it is really more of a hill. On Saturday, Ryan, Otis, Benji (my dad calls him a Beyond Shit Dog- he is a Bichon and Shih Tzu mix) and I decide to explore the snow covered mountain. Ryan and I put on our ski pants, jackets, boots, gloves and hats... out the door we go.
Now Otis goes through life at a high rate of speed, so we are following behind him as we start our journey. He is jumping around like a jack rabbit. We check out the pond to see if it is frozen, cross streams and walk all over our ten acres. After about 30 minutes I am out of breath and ready to head home. However there are only three of us and Benji is a now walking snowball so I have to carry him back to the house because he can no longer bend his legs.
The three of us make it back to the house and I start thawing out Benji the snowball. Benji is thawed and I go outside to see if Otis has made it back to the homestead and of course he has not. I start calling for him and calling for him and nothing. I get this feeling that he could be in trouble, I mean I had just thawed out Benji and Otis does not have much hair... it is all on the couch, carpet and my clothes... he could be frozen out there.
I put my gear back on and head out. Past the pond, over the streams and back up the mountain. Calling Otis... nothing. I am getting a little worried about Otis. I start looking a big blood spot where a coyote snatched him. I walk, walk, climb, climb and the snow is now seems about 12 inches deep. My legs are getting weak and I now am seeing spots before my eyes. A ringing starts in my ears. My stomach is touching my back...I am breathing that hard. Still calling Otis... nothing.
I am telling you now that Otis is as white as the snow on the ground with the spots in my eyes he could be standing right in front of me and I would not know it. Starting to get fearful that I might not make it home, I point myself that way and try to make it home before I have a massive heart attack. Still calling Otis... nothing not even a bark.
Finally, I make it to my house and I am sooooo glad to see it, I only have to make it up 4 stairs and I can collapse and Ryan can call 911 to help me. And as I take those last few steps, moving at a high rate of speed is Otis. That darn dog was probably behind me the whole time. Jumping up and down like a jack rabbit and camoflaging himself in the snow, laughing at me the whole time, everything is a joke to Otis. I tell you he is trying to kill me... I wonder who put the hit out on me... it was probably Tiny Tim from the Creek Nation Casino.
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