Monday, April 5, 2010
Gunny Man, Take Two
Remember our new pooch, Gunny? He's been causing a bit of trouble in our house these past few weeks.
Perhaps you recall I joked about the worst trouble he could get into while being corralled in the hallway might be to eat a door jamb.
After that little snack, he was evicted to the cold, cold backyard.
Where he promptly set to work on our newly finished porch.
And this innocent grill? It used to have a very nice grill cover on it. Gunny first started to eat it, and because that wasn't enough, he started dragging it around the back porch as if he were very angry with it. It was scary to watch.
I disposed of the grill cover because I was afraid he might topple the whole shebang and set the the propane tank careening missile-like into our house.
Hey, it could happen.
This is a woodpile we have in our backyard. I know it's very white trash.
Gunny thinks it's his toy box, and he constantly drags large pieces out to play fetch with. It's pretty funny watching him try to toss a six foot long board up into the air and catch it.
I think he's part rodent with his wood eating habit. We know he's part lab, and the other part? RAT. Yeah. Rat fink a stink a link.
Clearly he doesn't see what the problem is.
Oh. Oh look. It's the trellis that holds up my Clematis vine. I know that wasn't in the woodpile, Little Mister.
Bad, bad, baaaaaaad doggie.
But you're such a cute little poochie woochie.
Do you see my problem? His cuteness renders all discipline . . . . . . . . very hard to enforce.
If you look closely, you might be able to ascertain which cute and fuzzy little Easter chick was mauled by my little doggie-dita.
Look closely. This one is tough.
Did you pick this one? Your powers of observation are A-MAZE-ING.
This picture shows Gunny playing his very favorite game. In his mouth, you see fencing. Fencing that runs throughout our entire basement in order to corral the 18,767 horses the girls have set up in a freakish arrangement entitled "Horse-A-Palooza Gone Wild."
Gunny Man likes to creep, creep, creep on in when the caretakers are painstakingly setting up the miles of fencing. When the time is right, usually at the exact moment the last fence section is placed, he darts in, grabs a mouthful of fencing, or a little horsie if the planets are aligned just so, then darts back out, taunting a horsey girl and daring her to chase him.
And he cannot be caught. I'm telling you, this little doggie-dita could be a quarterback, he's that good.
Look at those shifty eyes. He sees the girl approach and he's ready to dart this way or that.
He leaves behind a tangled mess of fencing. Oh no, what will stop the horsies from escaping?!!!
"Run! Somebody get Godzilla! We must save the horsies! REMEMBER THE ALAMO!"
The girls try to outsmart the canine monster and ignore him, as if they couldn't care less. But then His Doggitiness pounces on them to remind them "WE'RE PLAYING HERE! CHASE ME!"
At which point a wrestling match ensues and, finally, the slobbery mess of probably no longer intact fencing is retrieved and replaced.
And then the scene replays itself over and over and over again. He never tires of the game. And there are so many horsies to kidnap. His work will never be done.
Oh look. Here he is with Peanut Head. I'm calling this one "Grunts in Love."
Don't ask, don't tell.
I'm sorry. That was so bad, but I just couldn't resist.