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The babies were up to their usual tricks Thursday. We had company, my sister, her boyfriend, the four year old, and the 4 month old baby. Boyfriend strongly disapproves of keeping dogs in the house, but has been told that they live there and he does not (thank God).
Because we had guests, we had to put an extra leaf in the dining room table. Not so bad, but the room is small and whoever sat on the far side was trapped there (Me). The meal went well until my sister attempted to give the baby some potatos. He shrieked and managed to grab the a napkin in his grimy little fist. Unfortunatly, the napkin was in the basket with the rolls. They wend flying everywhere.
The dogs meanwhile, were lurking under the table, hoping the 4 year old would drop something. I had forgotton to crate them. They think that the flying rolls are gifts to them and lunge out to grab them. As I am barkilng "leave it!" Radar chokes. He promptly begins to gag. My mother screams at me to get him outside before he throws up. Rememer, I am trapped on the far side to the table, while she is closer to him. By the time I managed to jump around my father, Radar has thrown up the roll, his kibble and the giblets from the turky. I got to clean that up before returning to dinner. Sisters boyfriend is smug, as if this has somehow proved a point about dogs being in the house.
I returned to dinner, silently chanting "I love this dog, I love this dog". At least he didn't get a bone. So how did everyone elses dogs behave?
Because we had guests, we had to put an extra leaf in the dining room table. Not so bad, but the room is small and whoever sat on the far side was trapped there (Me). The meal went well until my sister attempted to give the baby some potatos. He shrieked and managed to grab the a napkin in his grimy little fist. Unfortunatly, the napkin was in the basket with the rolls. They wend flying everywhere.
The dogs meanwhile, were lurking under the table, hoping the 4 year old would drop something. I had forgotton to crate them. They think that the flying rolls are gifts to them and lunge out to grab them. As I am barkilng "leave it!" Radar chokes. He promptly begins to gag. My mother screams at me to get him outside before he throws up. Rememer, I am trapped on the far side to the table, while she is closer to him. By the time I managed to jump around my father, Radar has thrown up the roll, his kibble and the giblets from the turky. I got to clean that up before returning to dinner. Sisters boyfriend is smug, as if this has somehow proved a point about dogs being in the house.
I returned to dinner, silently chanting "I love this dog, I love this dog". At least he didn't get a bone. So how did everyone elses dogs behave?
