Homecoming Day. January 10th
10:20 am
Guard duty got the boys out of bed, finally. The downstairs neighbor was having a handiman install some things, and there was drilling involved, so the guys had to voice their opinions on the matter. I was at my desk, but immediately heard Bubba reminding the neighborhood who is boss, so I went next door to agree with him. Buddy had already gotten sick of guard duty and moved on to Bunny Detail by the time I got there. Bubba was continuing to shout at something he couldn’t hear, but knew from Buddy was out there.
I didn’t ask if they wanted to go out, but grabbed the harnesses and hoped to capture the momentum of their engagement with the outside to get them going. They both ran over to get harnesses, and we went right out. I kept the leash close on Buddy, since he likes to sprint all the way down at times, and Christy’s front door was open, giving him access to her dog Lola, and stuff inside the house worthy of a peeing-on, for sure.
I got a text as we were leaving the neighborhood from our neighbor that needed help with something quick. The guys can sense text messages via telepathy, and decided that we were going on an adventure. This would not be a poop-n-home run – and it was not. We walked for an hour and 40 minutes.
The guys also decided to test out my readiness skills. Bubba pooped twice. Buddy pooped three times. But they underestimated how OCD I am about having enough bags. I keep one in the scooper, several in my pocket, and the scooper has a little storage area for extra bags, in which I always keep two. They pooped five times, and I still had 3 bags left over by the time we got to the next bag dispenser and I reloaded.
We got back, and the handiman was done and gone. Both guys replenished on water and day food. The day food had clumped up, and Bubba couldn’t handle it, and stood licking the top of the food, so I got my fork and broke it up for him. He didn’t even back away from the bowl when I came in with the fork, but started eating as soon as I broke up the pieces. Walking for more than an hour and a half builds up an appetite.
After dining, Buddy got to work on chewing a toy, and Bubba got into one of the deep dish beds – for some reason, deciding to climb over the tall wall part of the bed, just a few inches from the opening. It was clumsy and awkward, and difficult, and I would love to know why he decided that was the way to go in that moment.
9:30 am
No change from the start, except that the guys changed beds. Buddy didn’t even get out of bed when I returned from a quick 1-mile walk. Both guys just gave me a “oh, it’s you” look. It’s gorgeous out, but it’s a pajama day – so to speak – for the guys, at least so far this morning.
8:25 am
I didn’t get the memo that we were sleeping in today. I expected guys to be mad that I was late, because they both crashed out early, and I was on time in the morning. Buddy had gotten up to be at the door, but he didn’t jam his face into the opening at the door, rather, he hung back, stretching, waiting for me to come in to see me. Bubba tilted his head back to view me, but he didn’t get out of bed and looked disinterested.
There were no accidents.
I got out Buddy’s harness, and he moved his way back into bed, but no running. He was too tired, or just too chilled-out, to run for safety, this morning.