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Dec. 5th, 2010 08:48 amGood morning everyone! I talk about myself far too much, often at inappropriate moments, but I only do it to make people laugh, generally, so at least there's that as a mitigating circumstance. If admittedly not much of one.
It's gorgeous here - I'm at my mother's house, in the living room which also functions as a library and dining room, and my mom's puppy, Mikey, is sitting in the big bay window, joining me in watching the snow outside. Except, of course, that he's yawning hugely and will hopefully take a nap here soon, it's about time for his morning nap. He never gets enough sleep on weekends because people are so exciting.
He stole one of Mon's stuffed sheep this morning, and I chased him all around the house to get it back, which, of course, made him the happiest miniaturized hunting dog puppy on the planet. I didn't even ultimately get the sheep back! Mom did, after I scooped him up off her bed. I told him he ought to be more careful about things like that. They shoot dogs who bother sheep.
Me: Not, of course, that I actually think you're any kind of a threat to a real sheep.
Mom: No, the sheep are more likely to be dangerous to him.
Mikey weighs about ten pounds. He's tiny. He also thinks the entire animal kingdom exists to indulge his love of being chased about - I imagine the sheep would be extremely confused, which is never a safe state in sheep. Lovely animals though they are, they haven't really got the common sense to deal with confusion gracefully. So you can see how this would be a concern, if we to ever allow him around sheep. Which. Not so much. More urgently, we keep him safely on the leash around geese, since we don't want his naive little skull broken open.
It's gorgeous here - I'm at my mother's house, in the living room which also functions as a library and dining room, and my mom's puppy, Mikey, is sitting in the big bay window, joining me in watching the snow outside. Except, of course, that he's yawning hugely and will hopefully take a nap here soon, it's about time for his morning nap. He never gets enough sleep on weekends because people are so exciting.
He stole one of Mon's stuffed sheep this morning, and I chased him all around the house to get it back, which, of course, made him the happiest miniaturized hunting dog puppy on the planet. I didn't even ultimately get the sheep back! Mom did, after I scooped him up off her bed. I told him he ought to be more careful about things like that. They shoot dogs who bother sheep.
Me: Not, of course, that I actually think you're any kind of a threat to a real sheep.
Mom: No, the sheep are more likely to be dangerous to him.
Mikey weighs about ten pounds. He's tiny. He also thinks the entire animal kingdom exists to indulge his love of being chased about - I imagine the sheep would be extremely confused, which is never a safe state in sheep. Lovely animals though they are, they haven't really got the common sense to deal with confusion gracefully. So you can see how this would be a concern, if we to ever allow him around sheep. Which. Not so much. More urgently, we keep him safely on the leash around geese, since we don't want his naive little skull broken open.
