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Spoiled ass dog. That's what.
My aunt is dog sitting for my cousin while he and his girlfriend (possible fiance – I have no idea as I don’t pay attention to these things) went on a cross country trip to visit family. However, my aunt went camping into bear country and her man-friend is allergic to dogs. Which meant Zeezee, my cousin’s dog for those who can’t follow along, couldn’t go camping because it would mean being outside overnight and becoming a tasty morsel for bears. So Zeezee came to my house. She’s still here for another day.
Zeezee is a quiet dog. She likes to be outside and has happily taken to sitting on the spare pillow I found for her to sleep on. She trucks around with her treats all day, I’m not sure if she eats them or just uses them as a status symbol against my cat. Hard to tell. Once she got out of my yard without me knowing but I happened to see her out my front window. I ran out in my bare feet to get her from my neighbour’s yard, that’s how much I don’t want a bylaw ticket I care for my cousin’s dog. She’s cute and easy to maintain when not attempting a Houdini act.
The first couple night she slept alone and then figured out how to get on my kid’s beds. Which is fine, she’s more like a cat than a dog so I let it slide. Last night there was a huge storm and the kids ended up in bed with me. Which is fine, they’re like giant cats so I let it slide. This morning Zeezee woke me up, I figure to be let outside to go do her business but no, apparently she had other plans than checking on her stocks. She wanted me to cuddle with her on my daughter’s bed. For real. So what do I do? Do I tell her to bugger off? Do I just go back to my bed? Do I put her outside like I would the cat who wakes me up early? Nope. I cuddled her and fell back asleep then woke up to the above scene. Zeezee was the happiest damn dog today. A little homesick but happy.
Because I'm happy motherfuckers.
I’m not usually a sucker for cute shit like that but today I’ll make an exception.
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P.S. Winston is away at work with the Man. He is actually a working dog and his primary duty is to keep the Man company while he (the man) works away from home. Winston had an extended stay at home because the kids wanted him for a longer stay at home and also the Man’s work site at the time didn’t allow dogs for safety reasons. It was win-win all around and Winston and I bonded during this time (I’m not really a dog person, don’t get me wrong, I like dogs but I prefer cats because I enjoy being ignored by cuddly fureballs they’re low maintenance). Winston has a huge fan following at the worksite and was missed very much by the employees. That’s how cool of a dog he is. If Winston was home I’d probably have said no to dogsitting Zeezee since he’d have probably tried to hump her and she would have gotten squished. That’s never a good thing.
He sits like a people
Winston isn’t so sure about this type of tummy rub.
“What? What are you doing? Why are you touching me?”
Me: I’m looking for a fanny pack but I want a cool fanny pack.
Him: A cool fanny pack? You realize those two words are never in the same sentence together and it’s for a reason.
Me: I’ll find one.
Him: Good luck with that.
He’s never that far away.
I’m currently “reading” my Kindle (playing Simpson’s Tapout it if you really need to know) and having a morning coffee and he starts barking like crazy at nothing (as per usual). He woke K1 up and she was mad about that but he followed her back to her room anyways. Then apparently took up a watch on me. Having a dog is interesting.
Sometimes when Winston is busy barking into space, there’s never anything there, it makes me think maybe ghosts could be real and then I wonder who could he possibly be barking at. He doesn’t bark much at the living unless they’re coming to our front door and he’s in guard mode.
Hmmm.
Took the kids to see the local Canada day fireworks. I left Winston at home for safety reasons but decided he needed to be festive when we came back. He wasn’t too sure of the glow stick collar I made him but he did wear it long enough to take pics and wonder around in it until he went to bed. I took it off when he was sleeping in case he woke up later and tried to nibble on it. The goo inside isn’t good for dogs (or any animal really when you think of it) so be sure to keep a close eye out if you decide to glow stick your own animal.
It took 3 glow sticks approximately 8 inches in length to circle his neck. In case you’re wondering.
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He does not care for bubbles as he can not eat the bubbles. He is unimpressed.
I thought he would chase them and supply some outdoor entertainment for his amusement (and mine, let’s face it, people love animals being cute) but he is not easily amused.
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