Roscoe is leaving us this afternoon, and I’m glad. Everyone else loves him, but I find him annoying.
This morning he is again snoozing in the den with Hairyface. Lately Roscoe has been forgoing that, preferring to stay in his crate until it’s time for the pre-breakfast yard run. I’m pretty sure that’s his way of pouting. He wants to sleep free-range like the rest of us, but Hairy won’t let him.
HairyFace’s sister sent our family a Christmas card that included a Petco gift card and instruction to get us doggies something nice for Christmas. Hairy went shopping. He found himself looking at snuggle beds and decided to use the funds to get me a really nice orthopedic dog bed (figuring that, like each dog bed in this place, it would get shared and used by all four house dogs). He explained to NiceLady that he chose that one because I am 8 years old and my joints are getting cranky, especially in this cold, damp weather. A feeling he understands all too well! This bed is built to relieve stress on my joints.
The new dog bed arrived in a box SO big there was no reasonable way to set it aside for Christmas morning, so he unpacked it and set it out in my place in the sleeping room. He then moved my old bed to Josephine’s spot as an upgrade for her – which she appreciates – and moved her old dog bed out to the picture-box watching room for sun snoozing, which all of us appreciate.
Josephine is a Big Scary Dog in training. She worships her mentor, Cochise, and dreams of being big and powerful like him one day. Of course, Cochise is an American Bulldog and Josie is a Beagle/Dachshund, but that won’t stop her: she’s a determined lil gal!
Cochise taught Josie to bark like a big dog. When they are out being fierce together she abandons her cute Doxyish yap-yap and projects from her diaphragm with a louder more cutting version.
When she’s feeling impish, Josephine will sneak into the den while I’m working at my desk, sit in the middle of the floor, then issue one loud “BARK!” — which scares the living daylights out of me because it’s so unexpected.
Then Josie bounds over, hops up to put her front paws on my knees and giggles, “I scared you! I’m a big scary dog!” and demands that I rub her head.
She thinks that’s a great game.
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