Shear Stupidity...

I have never claimed that my dog is a brain surgeon

in fact I think I have a healthy understanding of his many and varied limitations

which are usually far outweighed by his complete and utter adorableness

but yesterday he took his ability to make me shake my head in wonder at his stupidity

to a whole new level

In his defence I may not have started his day too well

as I may have spilled just a little blueberry tea on him

it was cool at the time, and I thought it gave him a rather dashing air

but he was rather unhappy, not at the fact that he had a strip of bluish purple hair

but that I had dropped it dead centre on his back and he couldn't get at it to lick it I think

and if that wasn't enough it was grooming day

Not that he is smart enough to remember what is happening 

and he greeted the groom with love and adoration

he sat excitedly on the table, licking her hand and generally being cute

until she started the clippers and did the first run down his back

and you could see the shock in his eyes

the OMG how did I not see that coming 

He manfully shook and whimpered his way through

the gentlest grooming in the history of the world

putting his shiver on and trying to plead for it all to be over

with his most mournful eyes gazing up at me, but 

in no time at all he had gone from woolly mammoth to spring lamb

On his feet hitting the ground he forgot all about the indignities he had suffered 

and reverted to bounding around like he had springs in his feet

and generally doing the equivalent of doggy cartwheels

he raced straight inside to try to grab his doggy crack off the shelf

he will do almost anything for these mini marrowbones

and on getting his treat for being such a wimp

he gleefully bounded out the door 

with a leap that would have won him the gold medal for high jump

he sailed through the air about three feet off the ground

didn't quite nail the landing but it looked impressive none the less

The next four hours consisted of him running around like a mad thing

jumping up on the sofa ...jumping off the sofa

jumping up on the bed while I am trying to have a nanna nap

jumping off the bed

jumping back up on the bed and depositing a smelly toy on my face

jumping off the bed in the hope I will throw said smelly toy

jump back up on the bed and be totally surprised that there is a toy up there

play with the toy on the bed until I give up on a nap

follow me downstairs... bouncing the whole way

bring every single toy he has ever owned inside ....one at a time

wanting me to look at how handsome he looks with it

run out of studio and deposit toy where ever it drops and go find a different one

trip over all toys on the way out...then again on the way back in

see if I think he lookscute with the cow/ dinosaur/ manky duck toy in his mouth

then repeat the procedure with the pink chicken/ weird fish/ purple alien type toy

tripping on them on the way out, and again on the way back in... 

seriously he tripped over every toy....every time

this went on for hours!!!!

Eventually all the acting like a puppy caught up with him

and he fell asleep on the sofa on his back like a toad squashed on the road

snoring so loudly we had to turn the volume up on the tv

Today his natural sloth like state has reasserted itself

helped by the fact that there is a cold, decidedly non Spring like wind

which means that he is tucked up on the sofa snuggled into his hoody 

or perhaps he has simply forgotten that anything happened yesterday

after all he is looking puzzled as to why all the toys

 are inside and lined up down the hall way

I'm not cleaning them up just yet as it is messing with his head I'm sure

which is totally making my day...

Happy Friday everyone, especially PPF er's ...xx

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