Last night Kyle was playing around with Snoopy and somewhere along the way Snoopy got scared of Kyle (for whatever reason, we still aren’t sure).  Anyway, he comes into the office where I am on the computer.  I continued working but when I no longer heard him in the closet (which he will sometimes check out and sniff around), I got up to see what he was doing.  My dog was lying in the far corner of our spare closet!  #1 pathetic-ness of the evening.  Because Kyle felt bad, he let Snoopy do something we normally do not do–he let him sleep on the bed.

Now I don’t know if your dog does the same thing or not but Snoopy likes to stretch out.  And if he fills the entire space allotted, he pushes his feet and back against whatever, or whoever, happens to be in his way.  Needless to say, Kyle and I ended up sleeping on either edge of the bed while Snoopy enjoyed the lap of luxury in the middle. #2 pathetic-ness (plus a couple more for throughout the night.  I have to admit I was scared of getting up last night, worried that my dog would completely take over my spot on the bed!).

Now, there are some mornings that I invite him to come up on the bed after Kyle leaves for work, but Snoopy usually stays there for a little bit and then goes to the door to bark at the wind.  This morning, after I woke up slightly cramped I made Snoopy get off the bed.  He didn’t move (#3 or 4 pathetic-ness).  Now, he is only 50 pounds and I can lift him with little problem, but you know when a child is throwing a temper tantrum and all a sudden they seem to gain 100 pounds because you can no longer just lift them up?  That exact same dead weight is what Snoopy did.

We did manage to get him off the bed and after Kyle and I did our devotions before he left for work, we discover Snoopy lying on the comforter on the side of the bed (#5 pathetic-ness).  I just had to laugh.

Snoopy is adorable, not to heavy to snuggle with, but I have to say, there are some times that the pathetic-ness goes into over drive…Just makes me love him all the more.  Look who’s pathetic now.

I am slightly embarassed to see how much time has passed.  It feels as if I have just let things fall to the wayside and yet, I get so flustered sometimes at the haste that fills every where I go.

The other night, my family and I went to see Marley and Me at the movies (cute movie, amazingly hilarious book).  Of course, much like when I read the book, I laughed exuberantly and cried pathetically.   I think it is more a remembrance of my own dogs that causes the rise and fall of emotions.

I lay with my new puppy dog, Snoopy, and I began welling up with tears.  He, of course, just panted in my face and fell asleep across my lap.  He is a good dog, but his nemesis happens to be cats.  Now, that isn’t a problem when my husband and I are at home in our apartment.  It just so happens to be an extraordinary problem as we are visiting my parents…they have 3 cats.

Having dealt with a dog who was not fond of cats before, I thought it would be nothing to introduce my Pointer/lab mix to the slightly smaller four legged animals who just so happen to be armed with ridiculously sharp claws.  Silly me.  Snoopy lunged.  The first kitty slashed.  Snoopy licked his nose and tried to lunge again.  Oh me.

The real problem happened the other night (coincidentally right after getting home from the movie theater).  I was taking my dear 5 year old puppy dog out for a walk, knowing that I couldn’t have him take off through the house, he was on his leash.  Well, one of the cats (the big orange tabby who has no perception of danger what-so-ever) was sitting calmly on the stairs, right in front of the door.  Snoopy, being keen as he is, saw the cat and lunged.  This time, with the bars of the stairs in between them, no one was hurt, except the glass  bowl that was knocked off of the table in the foyer…shattering.  I managed to drag him out the front door (thank goodness for claws and wood floors) while my loving mom and husband cleaned up the mess.

Snoopy remains oblivious.  Anytime one of the cats passes within his view from our closed off room, he begins to whine.  So much for the piece of cake I was looking forward to in celebration at my mastery training skills.  We will try again on the next visit (as long as he stays away from the chickens too).