My Night and Morning with Mick and LU

I am such a bad father or it is really time for a queen size bed???  Last night Mickey seemed worried about the thunder storm, so against my better judgement, I permitted him to sleep in my bed. Once I jumped in bed and turned off the light, he moved from my feet to plant himself up against my side (were we spooning?  I have never spooned with a dog before).    It was not long after that LU jumped in bed and plastered herself on the opposite side of me. I was a Bill sandwich!  I might add here that LU likes to sleep long ways on the short side of the bed.  When I move over, she moves over.  This continues until I am on the edge of the bed, nearly on the floor!

 Suffice to say I was locked in place by my loving pets. No rolling or shifting for me last night. Needless to say it was not a very satisfying 6 hours of sleep. I awoke and really needed to shift positions despite the fact that my loving pets were still plastered against me. I moved in one direction and then in another and suddenly ........... I rolled Mick right off the bed and onto the floor!! I believe this scared the poop out of him (not literally) and of course me too. Still groggy, I jumped up and began my profusion of apologies directed at Mick for pushing him out of bed and onto the floor. I am certain he understood everything I was saying!   LU of course always  lands on her feet, so knocking her out of bed is less of a problem :-)

 My repayment for knocking Mick out of bed?  It seemed to be a very long walk this morning giving Mick the opportunity to mark an area of about a half mile.  Now this marking was in some cases real, but clearly by the end of the walk it was imaginary as his "tank" was clearly empty!   This has become one of his endearing little habits.

Lesson learned on this day ... time to put the bed on the floor ... time to get a queen size bed ... time to keep everyone out of the "pool" at night. 

Side note - the above was written in 2011 and it is now 2014.  The Queen size bed was purchased to allow all pets the opportunity to sleep in it without having the risk of being knocked onto the floor.  It was also purchased to give everybody room to enjoy the bed.  Mick, rarely sleeps in my bed anymore - only if he is not feeling well or he seems to need to be close that night.  LU throws an amazing amount of body heat off.  Even in the winter she throws enough heat off to give me a heat stroke.  I now keep her out of my room all night.   LU does on occasion jump into bed after I get up and walk Mick and then crawl back into bed.  This is because Mick sits on the 3rd or 4th step up to stand guard.  He frequently barks at intruders that only he sees.  I appreciate that he feels this need to protect me, but not so much at 6 AM.  I have to leave my bedroom door open so when he is done guard dog duty, he can come back into the bedroom.  This allows LU the chance to jump into bed with me.  LU has gotten good about not being to close to me in bed anymore, so the experience is more enjoyable.  She often stays on the bed for a while after I get up.

In the end, the one of us that learned the biggest lesson was: LU - she has learned that if you can control your owner, you can get whatever you want whenever you want it.  This includes but not limited to, pushing her owner out of bed whenever she wants.  LU is a smart pussy cat!

Waiting for Cabbage to cook - or random thoughts about Mick and LU

So I am waiting for cabbage to soften up so I can go to this Class of 76 impromptu  class reunion at Cheryl's - While I am waiting my dog Mick - suddenly gets this massive burst of energy and wants to play fetch.  This has not happened in weeks so it was quite funny.  It is funnier when I throw the toy, and he can't find it.  He seems to think he has the routine down to a science, and then I go and switch it up on him.  Watching him run in circles trying to find his toy is hilarious with his little tail looking like a surrender flag as he bounces around.  Of course the Queen of the house sits on her perch 'On High' watching her brother act like a numb-nuts.  Poor Mick with his declining years, it does not take long for him to peter out.  I can tell when the game is over, because he either takes or drops the toy and heads for his water fountain.  Once he gets a drink - play time has ceased and rest time begins.

Now LU on the other hand could be in a deep deep sleep, but when she hears me move the Eiffel Tower door stop to the basement (this keeps Mick from going to the basement to eat her food) she bounds off the sofa and takes 4 steps at a time down the steps.  She is not a petite pussy cat by any stretch of the imagination - some would say she is a tad plump - but when she hears me headed to the basement it only spells one thing (normally) for her - FOOD.  She either goes straight to her dish or to the center of the carpet.  On the carpet she does her "love dance" for food, flopping over on her back and sticking her legs straight up in the air - rolling around on her back suggesting she wants daddy to pet her.  This pet thing is a complete ruse as wants I start she almost immediately rolls in such a fashion as to dig her very sharp back claws into my very un-protected right hand.  She has me because I will then proceed to her dish and get her food ready.

Do my animals "work" me.  Sure - but who has animals that loves them that they don't let their animals work them???

Queen Sized Bed

I am such a bad father or it is really time for a queen size bed???  Last night Mickey seemed worried about the thunder storm, so against my better judgement, I permitted him to sleep in my bed. Once I jumped in bed and turned off the light, he moved from my feet to plant himself up against my side (were we spooning?).    It was not long after that LU jumped in bed and plastered herself on the opposite side of me. 

 Suffice to say I was locked in place by my loving pets. No rolling or shifting for me last night. Needless to say it was not a very satisfying 6 hours of sleep. I awoke and really needed to shift positions despite the fact that my loving pets were still plastered against me. I moved in one direction and then in another and suddenly ........... I rolled Mick right off the bed and onto the floor!! I believe this scared the poop out of him (not literally) and of course me too. Still groggy, I jumped up and began my profusion of apologies directed at my dog for pushing him out of bed and onto the floor.  LU of course lands on her feet so knocking her out of bed is less of a problem :-)

 My repayment seemed to be a very long walk this morning giving Mick the opportunity to mark an area of about a half mile.  Now this marking was in some cases real, but clearly by the end of the walk it was imaginary as his "tank" was clearly empty!   

Lesson learned on this day ... time to put the bed on the floor ... time to get a queen size bed ... time to keep everyone out of the "pool" at night. 

Side note - this was written in 2011 and it is now 2014.  The Queen size bed was purchased to allow all pets the opportunity to sleep in it without having the risk of being knocked onto the floor.  Mick, rarely sleeps in my bed anymore - only if he is not feeling well or he seems to need to be close that night.  LU, because she is closed out of the room all night so that I don't get heat stroke from her hot little body being pressed up against mine, often is only in bed with me for about 2 hours.  I can tolerate her for that long, otherwise she places her buddy in such a fashion and continues to inch over every time I move a way from her until she has all but pushed me out of my queen sized bed.  LU has learned the biggest lesson.  If you control your environment, you can get what you want and you can push your owner out of bed all the time.  LU is a smug pussy cat!

Dogs and their gastrointestinal problems

I love my dog and as you read this blog - you will discover how much I love my dog.  This morning may have not been the morning I loved my dog quite so much.  It began at 5 AM on a Saturday Morning.  My little fellow put his paws on my bed and sniffed me until I drug myself out of bed.  I might add, that it is not light outside at 5 AM so I had to carry the flashlight with me to pick up any presents Mick dropped.  Now my flashlight is not a small flashlight - it is about 8 - 10 inches long ( my flashlight is not a euphemism for apart of my anatomy BTW) it is more of a beat you in the head - club type flashlight.  It is so heavy it pulls my pants down as I walk.  So we walked.  Upon our return - he was fed, the cat was fed (yes I have one of those too), and then I crawled back into bed.  A few hours later I finally got up to make breakfast.  I am an incredibly dull eater.  I tend to eat the same thing everyday until I positively can't stand it anymore and then switch.  As I finished making my breakfast, I went upstairs to use the bathroom.  While in the bathroom, I heard Mick making odd noises.  Getting to the bottom of the stairs I realized what those noises were - he was gagging and had thrown up all of his breakfast, and the bile in his belly along with the water he had recently consumed.  The food was on the entryway carpet, the bile on the wood floor.  Another 6 inches and he would have hit the linoleum floor making clean up a breeze - but NOOOOooooooooo - So before I had a chance to enjoy my breakfast along with my first cup of copy - I was cleaning up the contents of his stomach.  Normally I would have qualified his stomach with the word little as he is a little dog, but the amount of vomit I had to clean up was not little - it rivaled anytime I personally had found myself praying to the porcelain god.  I gave Mick a half of a Pepcid to settle his tummy.

Now the mess was cleaned up, and my hands were washed, it was time to enjoy breakfast.  As I finished breakfast, Mick started to get worked up to go outside.  We went out and took a walk only for him to leave a really messy gooey present on the neighbors lawn. Thankfully the mess cleaned up easily and we completed our walk.  So this is how my day started - thankfully it does not start like this everyday but whew the days it does!

Here is my little buddy taking a selfie and I am photo bombing him!