The other day we observed what we believe to be Piper’s birthday. She’s four years old now, so to celebrate we gave her a new squeaky Kong. She spent all day with that Kong, and miraculously the squeaker was still functioning at the end of the day. So when hubby was trying to take a quick nap before driving the kiddos to Grandma’s house, she was making quite the racket outside in the hallway. I was across the hall working on laundry so I took the ball from her and placed it on top of the dryer. When I was done in the laundry room I took the ball and brought it downstairs before giving it back to her.
Fast forward a few days… now every time I walk upstairs, she leads me right back to the laundry room. To beg for a ball that isn’t there (pictured left). I think she must believe that’s where we are hiding them now (we buy a bunch at a time and keep them in our bedroom closet). Either that or she thinks the washer magically produces squeaky Kong balls. Wouldn’t that be a dog’s dream come true?
I honestly don’t know when I became a dog person, but there’s no doubt it happened. I suppose I can live with that.
I ran with my dog again today. I had run with her once before, but it was a much shorter run. This time I just kept lapping around the neighborhood, with a couple detours to dispose of doggie poo (twice!) and to avoid a FedEx truck (she loves those delivery drivers). I didn’t start out intending to run a long run, but she sort of motivated me?
What’s funny about running with Piper is that she’s not really running. I’m the only one running, and she’s just trotting along. When she tries to stop to sniff things or mark the territory, I just give the leash a little tug and keep on moving. So she didn’t really slow me down, other than having to stop to pick up the poo and walk it to the trash (I refuse to run with a swinging bag of dog poo).
Piper is just a happy dog, and she makes for good company. I sort of wanted to keep running to see if I could tire her out. She always seems to have limitless energy. I don’t think I tired her out, but she did seem a lot less eager as we entered that fourth mile. I have no doubt she will nap happily the rest of the afternoon.
Either I’m crazy, talking like this, or my husband is right: I’ve become a Dog Person.
The kids kept telling me that Piper needs a bath, so we made that happen! Since it was super hot out, and Mike already had the hose out, we thought it would be a good idea to just hose her down in the backyard. She wasn’t sure at first what was happening but she settled into it fairly quickly. I don’t know if you can tell in this photo, but she’s smiling big. With a ball in her mouth.
I have the box with the extra squeaky Kongs hiding in our bedroom closet. The only access to the closet is through our bathroom, so Piper doesn’t ever go in there because she’s afraid of our bathroom scale (watch the video, you’ll see what I mean). It’s good logic, right? Well, somehow she got a whiff of the Kong scent because she won’t stop whining at the bathroom door.
I decided to let her in (i.e. remove the scale) and sure enough she walked straight up to where the box was. Of course it’s on a shelf so she can’t reach it. And yes, I’m sort of torturing her, but it’s really for her own good. If I give her another ball, she stops eating and sleeping.
I feel like ‘obsessed’ isn’t enough of a word to cover the intensity with which Piper goes after the squeaky Kong. If you’re not familiar, Kong is a brand of dog toy. We have found that Piper is so skilled at chewing things up, that buying just any old dog toy is a waste. Though I’ll admit, even with some of the Kongs, she’s able to destroy them within a day or so, if we let her.
Last year for Christmas my mom bought a giant Kong shaped like a football and sent it to us. Wrapped in plastic. In a USPS box. We never even opened the box because we were trying to wait until Christmas but she knew better. She could SMELL the Kong. And she obsessed over that box, she sniffed around it, sat and stared at it. She wouldn’t leave it alone. We ended up opening it and let her go crazy, because after all she’s just a dog and there’s no sense trying to teach her a lesson about waiting until Christmas.
When we buy new Kongs, we have to be stealthy about bringing them into the house. We ordered a pack of four this week from Amazon and I made sure to open the box behind closed doors so she wouldn’t know they were there. We figured it wouldn’t hurt to have extras on hand, because she does eventually destroy them. In fact, we gave her the first ball from that pack of four yesterday, and by today she had already managed to remove the squeaker.
On a normal day, sans Kong, Piper settles down in the evening, and is always eager to go to bed by 11 or so, when one of us goes. Not with a squeaky Kong around! If the ball is there, that’s all she cares about. She’s not trying to go to bed. If she has access to the ball, she’s bouncing it around and chewing on it. When we lock the ball up in another room (as we quickly found to be necessary if anyone wanted rest in this house), she’s sitting at the door, glancing back at us in anticipation. When one of us gets up in the middle of the night, she’s up and eagerly waiting for us to give her the ball. She’s ready at all hours to play with that Kong.
This obsession of hers is a running joke in our house now, and we get quite a lot of laughs out of it. Yeah, it’s annoying because the dang thing squeaks, but we know she’s happy, and that’s all that really matters.
Our dog Piper loves loves loves to meet new people. She’s what I call “aggressively friendly”. When anyone comes to the door, she’s right there yapping and jumping like the crazy dog she is.
Today the UPS driver came to pick up a package we were returning to Amazon, so I had to wiggle through the front door to give him the box. The entire time Piper was jumping at the glass door, just begging to join us. The driver was laughing at her antics and when we were done with our exchange he reached into his pocket and pulled out a dog biscuit! I was so surprised, and I told him thank you. I said she’s really harmless and she’s never bitten anyone, but that the FedEx driver was so scared of her he won’t even come up our driveway.
He said nothing, because maybe he didn’t want to bash the competition, but he gave me a smirky smile that told me he thought that was pretty funny.
I tried to get a picture of her with the biscuit but she scarfed it down too quickly.
Our dog loves loves loves to play fetch. I’m pretty sure it’s all she ever thinks about. Sometimes when I go back inside the house she anxiously awaits my return. Only I think she doesn’t want me to know that’s what she’s doing, because she will hide, ever so cleverly, behind the grill. She just sits there with the ball, Peking around the corner. And of course she thinks I can’t see her, with the screen door blocking my view, you know?