Tonight my beloved Hammer had his first "learn how to be a freaking good dog" training class. I automatically assumed because he is evil reincarnate at my home that he would be equally horrid at Petsmart. I was pleasantly surprised. Sure, he got a little pissy with a Goober. No wait, a Google. No, a Doggle. Uh, golden retriever, poodle. One of those. The Goodle was a rather large dog of only 5 months of age. If I thought I could carry a clicker, dog treats and a camera, I would have taken a picture of the Doodle. But alas, years of single parenthood have not equipped me to be able to juggle with expensive-ish electronics.
Doogle was named Rocky. I am going to hazard a guess that he weighed about 60 pounds already. Meaning he was well on his way to BIG DOGHOOD. He was absolutely darling. He also had no idea he was not a little dog, much to my beloved's chagrin. He wanted to play and Hammie was completely run over. I, being the caring and concerned pet owner that I am laughed like a lunatic at Hammer's misfortune. I also tried to give Rocky's owner a high five because her dog was all up in Hammer's grill. Of course, Rocky decided that meant I needed licked. Now. How about now. So whatever.
By the way, we still have five living breathing baby bunnies. With eyes wide open I might add. I have been rather pessimistic about their chances of living, because I don't want the kids to get attached. Even if they DO live, they are not living at my house. Because me + wild animals = no thanks. Dog poo is plenty. Rabbit pellets might just push me over the edge.
3 comments:
Sounds like that trip to Petsmart and Rocky will make Hammer want to return soon!
Aw, bunnies are so cute. You can go ahead and tell us their names. Just remember, they chew electrical cords, furniture, carpet and toes if left unattended.
Um.....wouldn't Rocky really be a....Doodle?!
We've raised wild baby bunnies before. When the get bigger they bite. And it hurts.
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