in case you didn't know, i have two dogs. jola is my 4 year old lab mix- the barely 70lbs black cat/dog with a major attitude and loving, mellow wonderful heart. she goes by many names- jo, jola-pants, slinky jo-p, catdog, and occasionally 'jerk'. myla is 8 month old boston terrier/blue heeler mix- 23 pounds of sheer energy and pure anxiety bottled into the cutest little ball of spasmodic fur you've ever seen. both are the best friends i have, and the worst enemies as well... walking outside when it's twenty below and i have thousands of things to be doing, cleaning up weird holes they've dug or things they've eaten, messes they've made, smelling their HORRIBLE gas lately and putting up with them taking over my bed after i've fallen asleep.
don't get me wrong, i love my girls. love love love. like right now, myla was trying to lick my hands and get me to pet her; she finally gave up and laid at my legs with her head on my thighs, her warm little body pressed up against mine, as if to absorb my love through osmosis. jola lays on the floor, on her own bed (she's smart enough to not get up on mine til i've fallen asleep), and sighs deeply, a throaty rumble that sounds like she is either the most content dog ever, or the most misunderstood dog ever. either way, it sounds like love to me.
so yes, i love my girls.
but as of late, they are making me cRaZy!!
first and foremost, myla is in heat. what that means, my friends, is that my appointment to get her fixed has to be postponed, she's on her 'doggy cycle', she is fighting jola and jumping/mounting everything, and if possible, has more energy than normal. in short, she's a teenage girl in a furry little body with four legs.
because she must not be around teenage boys in furry little bodies with four legs, our walking has significantly decreased... (well, that's what i tell myself. it's really cause i was busy and cold this week). either way, jola suffers because if myla doesn't get walked, jola doesn't get walked. which means jola's crazy juice starts boiling inside of her, and at the very first chance she can, she wants to get out and PLAY! and WALK! and be FREE!
translation: said ill-behaved dog darts out the front door at first chance she can, gallivanting all over the neighborhood to her little hearts content. and friends, may i remind you that jola is black. so when she gets out at night, there is almost literally no telling where she went, since every shadow could be her, and anything i think is her is merely a shadow.
thursday night was a prime example: jola gets out, i corner her about 10 minutes later, after debating what to do. she comes back, on her leash, a happier little pup minus a tender foot. at closer look, jola's torn almost her whole claw/toenail off, and all that is left is a red, bloody quick.
fast forward to the next morning, and i've got a puppy in heat and a tender-footed drama queen and i need to get to the vet. jola gets a bandaged foot, they both get a good scratch and a pigs ear, and there you have it.
just another day in the life of me. with dogs. must love dogs. or insanity.
while i recognize that your destroyed room is not actually funny, i laughed for a good 5 minutes at that picture. and really, i'm sure you did too after you yelled at her and cried. and i'm glad to hear jola is up to her same old antics and still coming back to you like she always does.
ReplyDeleteI hear ya! My lovely little Izzy (Boston Terrier) was with us at our friends house when she decided it would be fun to go out on the blacony and shimmy through the railing onto an adjacent roof. She then scaled the roof over to the neighbors unit and ran inside their house, past the pregnant woman and her husband watching a movie on the couch and upstairs to the master bedroom where she would jump all over their bed! We get a knock on the door from the neighbors asking if we are missing a dog. Trevor and I turn to each other with this "oh shit" look. Sure enough, they had our little angel!
ReplyDeleteCan't live with them and surely can't live without them!!