mr. parks and i absolutely ADORE our two dogs – gus is a 6 and 1/2 year old terrier mix, and pickle is a 1 and 1/2 year old poodle/schnauzer mix. we spend a lot of our time at home raving about how amazing and smart and cute and interesting they are. however, at times our adoration seems to have backfired. sometimes (most of the time?), they expect too much from us. remember dogs in the 1980’s? it seems like they used to greet their owners and then curl up by their feet. i’m pretty sure those dogs didn’t follow their owners into the bathroom. literally. and if you try to close our dogs out (from the bathroom, mind you); well, they could react in a couple of ways: (1) wait right outside the door somewhat patiently (this is the best case scenario), (2) wait outside the door but breathe heavily and tap the door with their paw; or (3) sit *somewhat* patiently outside the door, occasionally inserting a desperate and anxious pant (point being that you never really forget that they are there and, more importantly, WAITING).
anyway, the point of this blog, if there is one, is to complain about the behavior of our beloved, but spoiled, dogs. right now they are both asleep right by me, so it’s hard to complain (maybe impossible).