Amy turned 6 months old this week. She’s 68 pounds. It’s all energy and she has left me barely alive to tell about it. Puppy hood is still in full force but there are no more accidents in the house. She also is not devouring the furniture and for the most part, her training is coming along pretty good. She not only knows words like “come, sit, stay” she knows full sentences some of which are: “Stay out of Dan’s room” "You just ate" “Put that down” “Leave it alone” “Get the phone” “Good doggies don’t eat metal” “Don’t bite mommy anymore” and “Get off the kitchen table” to name a few.
Today Amy decided to play in the manure pile to my sheer disgust. There she was, digging holes in it using her nose and paws and making a tunnel. She sticks her head in the tunnel and decides it’s not deep enough and continues until she can fit her entire head in it up to the end of her neck like an ostrich. Apparently she figured out that she couldn’t breathe, backed out and proceeded to roll and grind every last turd she could into her skin from head to tail. This called for a huge bath. No problem, my specialty (next to scrunchies) .
Here was the kiddie pool in the barnyard, very convenient, so I thought this was going to be easy. It’s 104 degrees out here so this is also going to be fun for us both. I got her in the pool and began to rinse and scrub and get her fully lathered when she decided not to participate any longer and began fighting with me about it.
A: “I’m jumping out”
Me: “No you’re not”
A: “Yes I am”
I had the hose running in the pool which she didn’t like and I was having trouble holding onto to her with my soapy and slippery hands. I ended up in the pool of floating turds with her squirming around in a sitting position in the now brown poopy water. Man, this was one bad idea. She is completely annoyed and takes a flying leap and jumps out leaving a trail of brown bubbles coming off of her. She takes off full speed leaving me flopping around like a beached whale in the instant diarrhea water trying to get to my knees.
After I was air lifted by the crane (sigh) I hosed myself off and went in search of my supposedly noble and stinking companion. And there she was, doing a good 300 laps at warp speed around the front field with ease, pronouncing her extreme delight that she had duped me. I’m exhausted and dying in the heat but the good thing about Amy is that she comes when I call her, except when she knows she’s been bad…..and she knew it was one of those times. So of course she is not wanting to come to me and would rather let me lay out there covered in turd water to die, than to return to that pool of horrors. So I use trickery and pretend I’m happy, so she finally comes running to me and bang, I got her on the leash and hauled her in the house. Keeping in mind what my mentor and hero Ceaser Milan the Dog Whisperer says, I must assert my leadership and reduce Amy’s excitement to a peaceful state of mind. No problem; so I tell Amy “Hey, I’m the pack leader you goofy dog and calm down.” Yup, that’ll work.
By now the Hus is home and oblivious to our little event and I announce that she is getting a bath in the tub. I had to drag her in and true to form, she wasted no time in trying to escape. The water turned brown instantly, what a disaster. She air launched herself half way out of the tub but I caught her in mid air snapping my neck back and hearing a click. Oh ouch. I broke my neck. Oh cool, no problem. I'll grow a new one. Down comes the shower curtain complete with rod, bang! Water flying all over the bathroom from the hand held shower nozzle that got away from me and there went the open bottle of shampoo spilling out all over the floor. “Amy stop it” “Amy knock it off” “Amy gimmee a break here” “Amy! Amy! Amy!” “Somebody come and gimmee a hand!!!!!!” “Somebody call an exorcist!” I've had it.
Finally I get really ticked off when all of a sudden she decided to calm down and before I knew it, there she was actually seeming to enjoy her bath. She sat down and looked like she was digging it. She began wanting to drink water from the shower nozzle and started trying to bite at the water and bark at it. Oh geesh, now it’s a big game. Where's the rubber duckys? And that’s about the time when Hus shows up with the camera. I"m a dead woman with a broken neck who stinks and is worn out and bruised and he's taking pictures of this little darling angel for the baby book.
Well I finally got the deed done and she got dried off and put on her little tank top that doesn't fit anymore. Looks like it's time for shopping for some new GSD clothes. Tonite as she crawls up in bed, she’s going to be smelling like roses and I'm going to sleep like a ton of bricks.
This is Amy at 6 months old at today's saga. She’s come a long way baby!
Now I have to go clean up the mess in the bathroom.
You got to love those German Shepherd Dogs!
Today Amy decided to play in the manure pile to my sheer disgust. There she was, digging holes in it using her nose and paws and making a tunnel. She sticks her head in the tunnel and decides it’s not deep enough and continues until she can fit her entire head in it up to the end of her neck like an ostrich. Apparently she figured out that she couldn’t breathe, backed out and proceeded to roll and grind every last turd she could into her skin from head to tail. This called for a huge bath. No problem, my specialty (next to scrunchies) .
Here was the kiddie pool in the barnyard, very convenient, so I thought this was going to be easy. It’s 104 degrees out here so this is also going to be fun for us both. I got her in the pool and began to rinse and scrub and get her fully lathered when she decided not to participate any longer and began fighting with me about it.
A: “I’m jumping out”
Me: “No you’re not”
A: “Yes I am”
I had the hose running in the pool which she didn’t like and I was having trouble holding onto to her with my soapy and slippery hands. I ended up in the pool of floating turds with her squirming around in a sitting position in the now brown poopy water. Man, this was one bad idea. She is completely annoyed and takes a flying leap and jumps out leaving a trail of brown bubbles coming off of her. She takes off full speed leaving me flopping around like a beached whale in the instant diarrhea water trying to get to my knees.
After I was air lifted by the crane (sigh) I hosed myself off and went in search of my supposedly noble and stinking companion. And there she was, doing a good 300 laps at warp speed around the front field with ease, pronouncing her extreme delight that she had duped me. I’m exhausted and dying in the heat but the good thing about Amy is that she comes when I call her, except when she knows she’s been bad…..and she knew it was one of those times. So of course she is not wanting to come to me and would rather let me lay out there covered in turd water to die, than to return to that pool of horrors. So I use trickery and pretend I’m happy, so she finally comes running to me and bang, I got her on the leash and hauled her in the house. Keeping in mind what my mentor and hero Ceaser Milan the Dog Whisperer says, I must assert my leadership and reduce Amy’s excitement to a peaceful state of mind. No problem; so I tell Amy “Hey, I’m the pack leader you goofy dog and calm down.” Yup, that’ll work.
By now the Hus is home and oblivious to our little event and I announce that she is getting a bath in the tub. I had to drag her in and true to form, she wasted no time in trying to escape. The water turned brown instantly, what a disaster. She air launched herself half way out of the tub but I caught her in mid air snapping my neck back and hearing a click. Oh ouch. I broke my neck. Oh cool, no problem. I'll grow a new one. Down comes the shower curtain complete with rod, bang! Water flying all over the bathroom from the hand held shower nozzle that got away from me and there went the open bottle of shampoo spilling out all over the floor. “Amy stop it” “Amy knock it off” “Amy gimmee a break here” “Amy! Amy! Amy!” “Somebody come and gimmee a hand!!!!!!” “Somebody call an exorcist!” I've had it.
Finally I get really ticked off when all of a sudden she decided to calm down and before I knew it, there she was actually seeming to enjoy her bath. She sat down and looked like she was digging it. She began wanting to drink water from the shower nozzle and started trying to bite at the water and bark at it. Oh geesh, now it’s a big game. Where's the rubber duckys? And that’s about the time when Hus shows up with the camera. I"m a dead woman with a broken neck who stinks and is worn out and bruised and he's taking pictures of this little darling angel for the baby book.
Well I finally got the deed done and she got dried off and put on her little tank top that doesn't fit anymore. Looks like it's time for shopping for some new GSD clothes. Tonite as she crawls up in bed, she’s going to be smelling like roses and I'm going to sleep like a ton of bricks.
This is Amy at 6 months old at today's saga. She’s come a long way baby!
Now I have to go clean up the mess in the bathroom.
You got to love those German Shepherd Dogs!
