I've always loved animals, in general. Dogs more particularly.
This love for dogs usually manifests itself in a high pitched voice, followed by a giant, "aww.." The fact that we have managed to move in with two extremely generous, sweet people AND they have a dog (formally dogs) is just a little too much excitement for me.
Every morning I wake up and go outside to make sure Bear slept okay- and if you think I'm kidding, I'm totally not because there's nothing like a big dog coming to rest his head in your lap because he was lonely without you all night.
I promise you this is not going to be a long winded post about dogs because I have a reputation to uphold and nothing says 'lack of cool lifestyle' more than writing about dog. A dog that isn't even your own.
But this dog, Bear, is worth telling a story about. He's huge. Well, bigger than most dogs you come across. As you stand next to him, his head easily reaches your waist. His weight is estimated somewhere between 90- 100 pounds.
That's a lot of dog.
A few mornings back- or like a few weeks back in the morning-
we were all sitting inside eating breakfast. It was a Saturday, which means that it was Saturday breakfast, sort of like the one my hubby is preparing right now as I lazily sit on the computer and type this- eggs, bacon, homemade bread
toast, coffee..yum.
The window was open and the delicious favours were all wafting outside, tempting the poor dogs who were banished to the out of doors.
Bear, in his eagerness to be a part of all that was going on, kept popping his head in the window to take a look at what was happening.
And to maybe get a little snack.
Then all of a sudden, as we sat there relaxed and full, we hear a big
bang and the panicked scraping of claws.
Bear, in desperation, had jumped through the window.
He hadn't just TRIED to jump through the window. He DID jump through the
window.
THAT is a big dog.
We laughed in disbelief and then I lovingly held on to that 100 pound dog and lifted him down so he wouldn't fall out backwards.
And then we put him back outside.
The rough life of a dog.
And in memory of cute little Jack, who loved to lie on Bear and use him for a bed. And use his big lips as a chewing toy.
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in memory of.. oh no! I love that first picture. It's awesome!
Bloggy Mama said...
6:51 PM
I am so not an animal fan, but dog jumping through the window? HILARIOUS!!!
Kaili said...
11:55 PM
awwwwwww, how precious......but more importantly.... happy birthday to you...happy birthday to you.... happy birthday dear stephanie.... happy birthday to you. Love, Mommy
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