As you all know, Harlie is JD's basset hound. She is a little over a year old. Which means she is still a puppy. A HUGE puppy. With massive paws. And HEAVY. AND LOVES EVERYBODY!!
She thinks she is the size of Crystal, the teacup Maltese. Uh, no. Which causes problems with the other dogs. She hurts when she bounces on them. And she bounces A LOT!
Baxter does a lot of yelpin'. Scrappy gets ticked and starts growlin' and snappin'.Crystal backs Harlie Dam-mit up several feet with her snappy and witchiness. (I think SHE has a broom hidden somewhere! Miss KrAnKy Pants.) Ladybug sits on her throne and watches and stays outta the way. Well most times. She does get down to go potty and eat. But she does not often deem the peasants worthy of her attention. Though on occasion it does happen. And Harlie Dam-mit slaps her across the room. "Harlie DAM-MIT! Stop it!"
Harlie Dam-mit then gallops full force to me and jumps. (I have wooden floors and you can hear her a comin'. Sounds like a herd of elefants comin' atcha.) I am braced. You have to be braced, because in her exuberance to please you, she will knock you on your buutt if you are not braced. I'm talkin' all four feet off the ground, front two pushin' ya full force. Then it's another: "Harlie DAM-MIT! DOWN!"
In these past two weeks she has taken the quilt off my bed, tried to take all dog beds to the yard (Thank goodness the pet door is too small), taken rugs out of rooms, taken my dirty white slippers to the yard, along with my GOOD slippers (which she has torn the fuzzy insole out of both now). AND emptied all the small trash cans around the house of any kleenex, cotton balls and q-tips. AND she has chewed the top off of my PRESCRIPTION allergy nasal spray. gggggrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
I am almost expectin' the legs to be removed from my tables and my recliner at the back door any day now.
So on my boring weekend, I was sittin' in my recliner (in hopes that she could not take the recliner AND me to the back door) reading a book. (I love to read but with all the tests lately, I have not been able to sit down and just read for fun.)
I have all dogs but Ladybug in the recliner. (It's one of the chair and a half ones, so everyone can sit in it with me. Kids, grands and ALL 4 legged kids included, if they are so inclined.) I'm readin' along and I get a nose in my face. "Hey, Harlie girl, what's up?" That does it. In she crawls. In my lap that is. Scrappy was already there on the side. But that does not matter. Harlie wants to sit there WITH him. She likes to sit CLOSE, as in ON TOP OF, everyone, 4 legged kids included. She's a big lovable girl.
So up she climbs, nestles in, and proceeds to go to sleep. She is sprawled from my navel to my ankles. Seriously. Scooches back so that her, Scrappers and me are all comfy and cozily close.
I begin tryin' to get out of the heavy housecoat. I gettin' rather HOT now. Scrappy sittin' on the left side, Baxter on the right side, Harlie smack dab in the middle of ME, Crystal on the other side of Bax. All are layin' ON the housecoat somewhere. Strugglin' to get it off and just let everyone sit on it. But apparently THAT was not good enough..They all raise their heads and look at me like: "WHAT? What's going' on? Whacha doin'? I'ms dreamin' good and you messed it all up! Maaaan!!"
This happened three times yesterday. EVERY SINGLE TIME I SAT DOWN IN THE RECLINER.
Later, it seemed that because she has gotten her attention from me, life was good for her.
Well, that is until it came around for bath time.
Then it was "Katie! bar the door, I ain't goin'! NOT GOIN'! Nuh uh!! NOOOO!! GUYS!! Help meeeeeee!! NOOOOOO!" I'm mean she is tryin' to grab door facin's, all four legs are sprawled out! Squirmin', wigglin', just short of fallin' outta my arms. Grabbin' the edge of the tub (she's too big for the sink which she thinks SHE OUGHT to be in!) Harlie Dam-mit stop it! I'm gonna drop you! STAAAAAWWWP!
Once in, she actually does pretty good. She only tried to dart out once, but I got her. Then I let her out and she actually stays for me to dry her off. But once I say You're done! Go! OFF SHE RUNS! RACIN' THROUGH THE HOUSE, HARRASSIN' EVERYONE!! RUNNIN' IN CIRCLES THROUGHT THE HOUSE! JUMPIN', BARKIN', BOUNCIN', POUNCIN'.
Sometimes that's all any of us needs. A hug. It jest rights our world, huh?!
Kackle some today. It's Monday. It will help, fer shure!!