The guys continued to sleep. Buddy had gotten up and migrated to different sleep places, but refused offers to walk. I decided to try a little bribery, and got a liver treat from the bag. He perked up at the sound, and he could smell it from 6 feet away. I took it outside, with the leash in-hand, and held the screen door open. Buddy was too smart to fall for it. Despite his stomach yelling at him to get the tasty treat, he wasn’t getting within leashing-distance.
I changed both pee pads, although they each had only been used once by Bubba. I just felt like I needed to do something to at least seem like I was actually doing some work.
I ran home to ask my mom if she wanted me to pick up dinner. The idea was to order something online, feed the guys, then run to get dinner. I got a text from their roommate about them not walking. Then from inside my house I could hear that I was being paged by The Alpha, loud and clear. It was time to walk.
We walked at the beach park. Both guys pooped. We walked a little over half an hour.
A couple walking a pair of small dogs went by. Buddy got up to bark at them. I got up to get him out, thinking he’d want to go out to investigate. Bubba was in the piano bed, and craned his neck to watch us with interest, but didn’t get up to join us. Buddy ran to the fireplace bed to avoid being “dragged” out.
Still zero walks today.
These guys must have had way too much excitement yesterday, because they have done nothing but sleep all day. I’m concerned about Buddy’s comfort, because he hasn’t been for a bathroom run all day. I don’t want him about to explode, waiting on Bubba to give us permission to go out.
Buddy joined me on the couch, climbing up onto his perch to nap with a view. Bubba got up and went outside. The deck bed was in the shade, so he chose the pee pad as his resting spot. He was only outside for a few minutes and then he came back in. He stopped by the front door to enjoy the fresh air. I got up to check if he wanted to go out. When I picked up the leash, he returned to the fireplace bed. Buddy never flinched, again able to read Bubba’s body language and know that a walk was not in order.
Bubba came back and returned to sleep in the fireplace bed. Buddy continued to sleep in the recliner, snoring away, awkwardly using the control panel as a pillow, which looked uncomfortable on both his face and for his neck.
Christy was working on something downstairs that involved a lot of banging around, and Buddy slept through it all.
Bubba heard me typing about him, was unhappy about being reported on, and got up to go lie on the deck bed.
Bubba got up. Not much changed in the world, but it was an interesting couple of minutes. He stepped outside of the bed – the fireplace bed – stretched extensively, then moved over to the foot of the recliner. He stared at Buddy a moment, looked at me as if he was trying to tell me I should do something about Buddy’s snoring, then he wandered towards the bathroom. He stopped outside of the kitchen, like he was thinking that he had forgotten his keys, then continued to the bathroom. Then he came back, stepped into the piano bed and then right back out. He walked over to sniff the front door bed, then got back into the fireplace bed, manipulated the blanket a bit, then laid down, burrowing his nose under the blanket.
It has been a quiet morning. Bubba moved once from the piano bed to the fireplace bed. Buddy grabbed his Greenie off of the treats plate, after sniffing his way around both plates, and took it to the rug to chew on. Then I returned from going home to get coffee, the Greenie was alone on the rug. Buddy got out of bed to get it, a defensive move to keep me from eating his treat, and took it back to bed with him.
The next time returning from home to fetch something, they had switched beds.
Other than playing Musical Beds, they have been asleep.