Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Torn Between Two B!tches

I sprang Sunshine from the big house yesterday afternoon. Poor thing, she'd been sent to the kennel when Dad and Flo went down to St. Cloud for Dad's hospital stay. Was she ever happy to see me! She was thrilled to sniff me and catch the unmistakable whiff of another dog. (Score! A Playmate!!) She was even more ecstatic to see that I was there to pet her and talk to her and give her cookies! And when it then transpired that we were going for a ride in the car (!!!), well! Ecstasy was no longer sufficient and she found herself practically pissing herself with pure pleasure.

It didn't even matter that the back windscreen de-foggers couldn't keep-up with the fog she exuded onto the windows… I couldn't see out the back anyway as Sunshine kept repositioning herself so as to take up the entire surface of the rear-view mirror anyway! She kept peeking over the seat to see if I was still there and would occasionally poke a

So imagine how pleased I was to get home and have the two of them realize they had to share me! Sure, Saga owns me and knows that I will always be there for her, but ya can't jut ignore poor Sunshine who has been set-up in a kennel for days! Trying to play with both of them in such a way as to let them both know that they are loved and not make either of them too jealous is walking a fine line. When we got home last night and Saga saw that Sunshine was with me she immediately ran out to the garage to sniff around my car – er her car – to make sure it was still hers.

As I checked my email for one last time before bed I had a dog nose poked under each arm… do you know how hard it is to type with TWO bitches vying for your attention!? Oh well, I guess there are worse problems one could have.

Wherever you are today, I hope that you are having a good day.

Don Bergquist – December 15, 2009 – Lakewood, Colorado, USA


Anonymous said...

You might think that you have problems being torn between two bitches, but just think about Tiger Woods. His problems are a lot bigger than yours are.

Anonymous Reader

Don Bergquist said...

Dear Anonymous Reader:

Yeah. You have that right!

I'd rather have a nose or two shoved under my armpits than a Ping shoved through my skull!