Heart Like a Dog

The Good, the Bad, and the Oh My God of living with dogs!

It’s Not Spam and I’m Sorry

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So…Saturday night I made a teeny mistake. I was working with my friend Jodi on affiliate links, and trying to show her how much I struggled with them. I was making an example of the what I’d been experiencing and I was trying to show her, and instead of putting the link on a page, so she could test it, I made a blog post.

She immediately saw the error of my ways, and being a good friend, she clearly pointed it out to me.

 

As you can see, I sort of fluffed it off, not really thinking what kind of e-mail ya’ll would get.

Until yesterday morning when I got a direct message from one of my other dear friends.

At this point, two plus two started adding up to four. As you can see I asked her what it said, and this was the response.

So ya’ll, I’m super sorry if I scared any of you, but it’s not spam, and I haven’t (knock on wood) been hacked.

Hopefully this gave you a little chuckle, and helps put your Monday in perspective.

There’s a Dead Skunk in the Middle of the Road

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Did you ever sing that song when you were a kid? It was something we sang when we had at least three kids to ‘play it.’

Never heard of it? It starts like this…

Kid 1 – “There’s a dead skunk in the middle of the road, I one it.”

Kid 2 – “I two it.”

Kid 3 – “I three it.”

Kid 1 – “I four it.”

Kid 2 – “I five it.”

Kid 3 – “I six it.”

Kid 1 – “I seven it.”

Kid 2-

Well if you were ever the kid who ‘eight’ it, you quickly learned to say, “I jumped over the fence and (insert name of one of the other kids who were singing) eight it.

Why? Why am I remembering this now?

Well because there was a dead skunk in the middle of the road one Friday night.

It was really almost on the center line.  I saw it on my way home from girl’s night, and I thought how grateful I was that it was so close to the centerline, so I didn’t hit it, or have to swerve to miss it, or worse yet, run through it.

In fact, the next morning when I drove past it again, it was still intact near the centerline.

Sadly when I drove through later in the afternoon, the skunk had been flattened. Why? It was close to the centerline, someone had to either not be paying attention, and drifted close to the line, or they deliberately smushed it. Again, why?

Evidently, Grandma couldn’t avoid it on her way through, because both the dogs got a little wild when they got near Grandma’s car.  In fact, they both gave it a thorough sniffing.

What is this weird smell?

She sniffed it here.

I think there’s something under here.

And here.

Funny, I can’t see anything, but I can sure smell something.

And here.

Gives an entirely new meaning to odor recognition.

When The Good Dog Goes Bad

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Between my two dogs, we all know which dog is the good dog. Anytime there is something destroyed in this house, we know just who to look to.

We often times joke about the destroyer really being Sampson, who then sits back and watches Delilah get accused of his dirty deeds.

Don’t get me wrong, when Sampson is playful, and sometimes when he’s stressed, he will destroy a toy, but other than that, he’s such a good boy.

Many’s the time I’ve walked out the door and gotten to the gate before I realized I’d left his leash inside. I have actually left him at the gate and told him to ‘Wait’ and he’s still standing in the exact spot I left him when I get back.

He’s never been a counter surfer, except when he was younger, he did go on the counter for Filet Mignon (no-one can blame him for that) and butter.

In fact, he loves butter so much, my sister’s nickname for him is ‘Butter.’

We recycle in my house. We recycle pretty much everything, glass, cardboard, paper, plastic. Because we have so much recycling, I hang a plastic bag on a door know in the kitchen, and when the bag gets full, I take it out to the bin.

For the past week, an empty butter box has been waiting to go to the bin, and at some point, it fell out of the bag and made its way to the floor.

Confession: Delilah loves butter too, and so I left the empty butter box on the floor to see how long it would take for her rip it up.

The butter box stayed on the floor for two to three days, before it was finally noticed.

But it wasn’t Delilah….

So what do YOU do when your good dog turns into the bad dog?

Well, if you’re me or Hubby, you take pictures and record it.

He tried to pick it up in his mouth and carry it away.

And after you’ve gotten all your photos and video, (and your dog is ripping the butter box apart) you give the dog some butter. 🙂

One way or another he’s determined to check out that box.

The funny thing is…there wasn’t a smudge of butter in it…just the smell.

I’ll be working on getting that video up on our Facebook page.  You can check us out on Facebook by finding the little Facebook icon.

 

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