We have two furbabies, Minion a male 19 month old German Shepherd and Annabelle a female 30 month old Mini Daschund/Terrier Mix. We’ve had them both since they were only a few weeks old and they truly are part of the family. That being said, I treat them like children. So no judging in any of my stories of their antics. I am neither crazy nor mean, I just find them amusing.
Minion has just reached the age where he can begin learning to run, before 18 months their bones are not finished developing and training them to run can actually cause their bones to grow improperly and increase their chances of getting hip dysplasia at a later date which is already a common ailment of large dogs. We’ve only been training for a couple weeks now, but given the set routine of our run and the intelligence level of shepherds, he’s catching on quickly. Friday night we had some terrible storms blow in that not only cancelled our run, but also a local Eric Paslay Concert at the Waterfestival.
With all our plans ruined and our power flickering there wasn’t much to do, I washed the dishes from dinner with my four legged shadow following right behind me, which is totally the norm except now he was looking at me with his big sad eyes and whining. He even brought me his leash. I put it back and he continued to follow me.
I was grabbing a post dinner yogurt when his ornery little self decided to start sniffing around the countertops. He knocked down a small glass that bounced off his nose and shattered on my foot. The second it made impact with the ground he ran himself into his bed and covered his face.
Meanwhile, I’m stuck standing on one foot trying to balance on the outside of my foot so I don’t bring myself down on the glass that is surrounding me…oh and yelling to my husband to grab shoes and come help me, hoping he can hear me over his headset.
Luckily it only took a minute before he came to my rescue and cleaned up all the glass before any body got hurt. Minion and I both walked away without anything bigger than a few scratches on my legs from the bounce. (this entire time Annabelle has been curled up in my hubby’s lap while he plays Xbox, they play favorites)
He continued to follow me as I folded laundry and settled to read a book. There was finally a lull in the rain long enough for me to attempt to let them out. Just after opening the door with Minion sticking his nose through the doorway a huge symphony sized crash of thunder and accompanying lightning cuts through the air and literally scares the pee out of my poor baby! He ran all the way to our bedroom and buried his face under the pillows. I didn’t know whether to laugh, be mad about the pee in my house or feel bad for him. I chose to laugh while I cleaned it up and let this guy cuddle me until the storm finally stopped.