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Sunday, February 27, 2011

Weiner Dog Bonanza

    My parents came for a visit from Friday night until earlier this afternoon.  Saturday them, myself, my cousin Christy, her son Matthew, my uncle Eddie, and  nana and her husband, Larry all went to eat at The Lazy Donkey mexican restaraunt.  Robbie stayed home with his best friend Adam and the fur kids as well as miss Piggy, my parents dachshund that they bring along when they visit.  We all had a wonderful meal and tons of fun together and plenty of margaritas.  When my parents and I get home we walk through the door to find a grumpy Robbie and two scared, shaking dogs hiding under the blanket on the couch..what does it all mean?
     Turns out in the two hours I leave poor Robbie pet sitting, Robbie had taken out Miss Piggy and Heidi out to do their business, and Heidi, who usually must don a leash but had shown great leashless progress earlier in the day with Miss Piggy to follow around and play with and therefore had gained our trust..went out again with no leash and ran off, as she did when we first got her.  She took off to attack the neighbors barking dog and instead got jumped on herself, and after Robbie finally chased her for 15 angry minutes, came back inside to pout, whizz on the living room rug..and poo on the rug..and step in it and walk nice poo tracks around the house.  Needless to say, she had to also get a bath.  Miss Piggy, the elder, wiser and far less energetic of the doggie cousin duo watched in horror as Robbie stomped around the house fussing and they both hid and poked out their long snouts when we walked into the end of the drama.  Heidi of course acted severely wounded and played it up to mom and dad, her ever petting grandparents, much to the disgust of poor Robbie.
    Ah, just like having real children..can't leave the house for a night out without a disaster.  Robbie took it well though, I'm proud.  After his grumpyness subsided he made us all a delicious chocolate cake and all was well..though both poor wounded victim dogs had many gasping dramatic fits the rest of the night, and Robbie offered my parents to take along Heidi when they left.  I think my dad would gladly trade Miss Piggy for Heidi any day..Heidi loves everyone and Piggy seems to think my mother is the only person worthy of her undying attention..she growls at dad every night as they get into bed.  The love of fur children, ahh.

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