Pets......uhm ...granddoggies

My daughter is the keeper of ugly dogs. There. I said it out loud.

In all fairness, I've said it before, I am NOT an animal lover. Sure puppies and bunnies are cute, but they grow up and become nuisances. Animals in the wild are so cool but in my house.....too much bother. How do I put up with Minkee you wonder? Well, I don't exactly know but she is the exception to the "I don't like animals" rule. Now before you get all judgemental on me have a look for yourselves. I challenge you to look and not laugh out loud!

This dog, has a name that sounds as silly as he looks, is Grrrr. Yes, you read it, Mrs. S named her dog a sound! He is spastic, and has an underbite....on half of his jaw!!! Half of his teeth always hang out. Plus he likes to yap! Oh, he doesn't yap at just anything. He yaps at Minkee, the cat. More on him later.

Can you even tell that this is a dog?????????????????????When he lays on my brown rug, you can't even find him!

I don't know what he looks like...a fluffy, outerspace critter or something. This dog is neurotic, allergic, has skin conditions and oh did I mention, is blind. Yes, you read it correctly he is blind.

This is the reason they are here instead of a kennel. Mrs. S didn't want him to have the stress of a kennel. (this I understand. It really would have been unfair for this poor neurotic thing to be stuck in a cage.) His name is Bob, short for SpongeBob. Bob runs into things. You have to stand just so on the patio to call him in or he will run into the back of the door again and again and again. At one point the barrier I was climbing over (to keep Grrrr from yapping at Minkee) fell. I jumped a mile to keep from falling myself, Grrr took off like the devil and Bob ran smack dab into the wall! I swear the poor thing was shaking his head while the stars circled him. On Tuesday, he decided he loved us so much he wanted to give us gifts. He decorated our carpet. With what you say? Use your imagination. Luckily I was sitting right there. I thought maybe he had a stomach thing going but no, that was not the problem. He was collecting the little presents for us in the fur on his backside!!!!!! G-ROSS! This warranted a bath....DH holding him and me with gloves, soap and scissors invading his backside!!!! It was gross, smelly (wet dog with a skin condition), disgusting and OH SO MUCH FUN!! I told Mrs. S that I was going to bathe him and what does she tell me, the pet lover? "Oh, mom. I blow dry him so that his skin conditions don't act up.But I won't hold you to my standard!" You have got to be kidding me!!!! I don't even blow dry my own hair most days! As it turned out I only washed half of him. I couldn't figure out what to do with his face. Mostly I can't find his face!!

Today we have a viable truce between cat and dogs, no presents and the yapping is minimal. We only have 3 more days of this juggling cats and dogs (more on that tomorrow). I keep telling Mrs. S that I will wait and get her back when I am old.....and drool.