So I come home after a long day of shopping and toss out some new toys for the dogs to keep them busy while I put things away. Both dogs are starving for some action. Loki especially misses training and working. He's desperate to play with anyone. Even at the expense of his own dignity. As I'm putting groceries away I walk by them and see this:
"Hey Mom, check out Loki's behind! *Snicker-Snicker*"
I swear Internet, I don't make this stuff up. No pun intended. Seriously, this is a reality blog. Aside from dressing them up in silly hats, glasses and masks, I don't think I'd ever have the creativity to stick a "No Stuffing" sticker on my Buns-of-Steel dog. Somehow, that sticker got there some other way.
"What's so funny Mom?"
Ah, now it makes sense. Thank Dog that Juno didn't have a "Kick Me" sticker. Poor Loki.
"I still don't get it. What's so darn funny?"
"WTF is that?"
"How rude. Darn Juno! She's very lucky she's a Princess."
In other news, we're still settling in. Both dogs are going stark raving mad not being able to cut loose off leash. Cross your paws that we can get our fence installed soon. I've let them off-leash a few short-lived times in the farms away far away from the livestock (no evil thoughts or jokes Sibe-readers) but I'd prefer to let them run in their own back yard. I can tell Loki is going crazy not working or running. Juno herself had a little yahoo moment today herself, when she chose to blow off a ball toss in place of running around like an electron and jumping straight into the driveway and out into the quieter street. She came back on the 3rd call, and moments later Mr. Wild Dingo came out ready to hunt her down. Damn sibe.
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