Thursday, June 7, 2012
"She's smart! She figured it out!"
We have too many dogs. Gypsy the German Shepherd, Luna the Taco Bell Chihuahua, Jasper the tri-color chocolate, Bruno who was the result of Luna and Jasper, Gregg the Girl Dog with a Boy Name and right now, we have Tempest- the Tasmanian Devil of Chihuahuas (but she's leaving soon). We also have cats. Up till a few months ago, we had four cats but our oldest daughter took two of them to live with her in her apartment (which she moved to a couple years ago, she just had to convince the boyfriend to let her bring two along).
We ended up having to put a gate on the stairs to keep the Chihuahuas from getting into the cat boxes and cat food. The cats used to be able to jump over it and come and go, but they don't anymore and seem to have no interest in the downstairs. Except for tormenting the dogs through the gate. Which they do on a multi-daily basis.
Gregg the Girl Dog is usually the first leading the brigade in Barking.
DG gets irritated (because a lot of Chihuahuas barking, harmonized by a German Shepherd.... little irritating). Among the stuff he shouts at them ("shut up! knock it off! Stop barking!"), he threatens them... ridiculously.
"I'm gonna shoot you!"
Ceej: "Dad. Gregg has no idea what that means."
DG: "She knows I'm gonna get a gun and shoot her!"
Ceej: "She doesn't know what a gun is!"
DG: "Yes, she does! She knows what a gun is!"
Ceej: "She's a dog, Dad. She's never been out of the house- out of the yard. She doesn't know what a gun is or what it means to be shot."
DG: "She's smart! She figured it out!"
Me: "She's smart? What, is she reading books and shit?"
Even DG couldn't keep a straight face... he said: "Didn't you know?" but it was laced with laughter.
For your viewing pleasure- Gregg the Girl Dog with a Boy Name
And, a shot of Gregg the girl Dog with her pup- Tempest.