As I sit here glaring at my dog who is glaring at me as she sits in front of the door anxiously glancing at the ice covered patch of grass just out front, I’m reminded of why I hate dogs winter.
I don’t want to take her outside.
Why can’t she just be trusted to go outside, on her own, and not crap on the neighbors porch? Or be so simple as to get tricked into chasing a squirrel or some other woodland creature she has absolutely no chance of actually capturing? Or wondering off so far from home that her shoddy instincts won’t be able to get her back?
Or, why can’t she just forgo going outdoors to make entirely and just utilize the crapper in the tiny first floor bathroom we reserve for #1’s and guests who insist on staying long enough they need to explore the facilities?
Like a civilized member of society? Or that cat in Meet the Fockers
And, don’t say anything about my lack of training.
These questions are rhetorical.
I require coddling and sympathy. That’s what makes me tick.
Now, back to bemoaning the presence of the only-partially-domesticated-animal I foolishly took under my care.
I do enjoy the beast.
During the summer.
And when it’s dry outside.
And the sun is up.
And there is little chance of being soaked, muddy, smelly, or covered in poop, pee, or puke.
At present, my main beef is the weather; I don’t like having to bundle up with my nightgown hanging out of my coat over my heart covered jammie pants as I stand on my corner every morning in the pitch blackness.
As a born and bred Southern Californian, I will never accept that temperatures below freezing are a necessary part of human existence.
It’s funny how similar dog raising is to Dude raising though.
I also enjoy them more when it’s sunny, warm, dry, and daylight.
I least like interacting with them when they should be sleeping.
And, I do not appreciate them wet, dirty, or smelling like tail.
Make me go out in the cold to deal with them, and there will be words. Harsh ones perhaps.
But, strangely, those things occur with frequency and I love them in spite of it (notice how I did not say because of it). Harsh words and all.
Please make this a short winter.
I will beg if necessary.
YES! What you said! I hate our dog- same reasons. And I am also right beside you on wishing for a mild, short winter- we deserve it after last year! (and I grew up on the Gulf Coast- so, not CA, but still warm, sunny and mild)
oh I love this because I can COMPLETELY relate! I have 4 little dudes and I hate winter. Bundling them up, the screaming, crying, gloves, boots, ugggghhhhh…… I too pray for a quick and painless winter!
So funny! I too love our doggie, Trae to PIECES!!! Lucky for him he’s a handsome ole canine! But I’ll be honest, my day consists of letting Trae out back (Thank GOD we have a fenced yard), letting Trae in, giving Trae ice, letting Trae outside…it’s a vicious cycle I tell ya. We’ve contemplated installing a dog door so that this dude can let himself in and out. However, I shoot that down with the quickness when I remember that he has caught (and killed) rabbits as well as brought a turtle up on the deck. I would DIE…DIE I tell ya, if he EVA…Eva, Eva, EVA brought a creature in my house!!!
But I do love when he’s on the deck and jumps up on the door to look in the window when he’s ready to come in, as if to say, “Alright human lady…I’ve had enough of the elements, LET me in!!” He’s so pitiful! :-)
LOVE your pictures…as always.
I don’t own a dog, but I’m pretty sure you’re looking at this the wrong way. Any opportunity to go outside without being followed by someone who is capable of bickering sounds like nirvana to me, even during miserable weather. And you are less likely to be followed by the Juice brigade if it’s raining out. And cupcakes are soooo portable, you could have a minibreak right there in the middle of a blizzard and not mind so much, especially if there is hot coffee involved. It’s all about the accessories, and a cute coat. And you could always make full use out of the 10 year old if it’s really bitter out (they move around so much they don’t get cold anyway.). Child labor be #@$ed.
***Like a civilized member of society? Or that cat in Meet the Fockers*** haaaaaa
Hilareous. Loved that cat in the Fockers!
Why haven’t I been to your blog before. Looooove it!! :))
And in summer you can just hose them off outside.
I think that it should be fall year round! Isnt that the way in California? Like when it gets cold it rarely reaches below the 60’s? Yeah thats perfect.
Dogs in winter. UGH. My husband came home from an overnight trip and said, “By the way, it smells like a kennel in our house.” Nuff said. And if it helps, it’s stinking freezing at our house right now, too. (You’d think Oregon’s proximity to Southern CA would count for something, but nope.) Glad you used the summery pic of my boys…now I’m thinking sun, not snow!
This made me giggle cuz I feel the same way sometimes!!!! Thanks for stopping by my blog!
Somehow, while I was reading, my house training deficient, 11 pound dog got up in front of me, at the keyboard…she “has words, harsh ones perhaps.” Fortunately, she can’t reach home row with her teeny tiny paws.
I don’t like bathing dogs in winter. The boy claims to hate bathing, but actually loves it. I can tap on the window, and my dogs and my boy will run to the door to see what I need.
You may need a fence around the backyard. I have priced them(because we need a less unsightly one), and if you could sell the dog, you might have the sales tax on the fence.
I am laughing mainly b/c every time I think of getting the kids a dog I think of Maya (and others). And I decide that nope, can’t do it. Because winter will come and I will scar them all for life. FOR LIFE. With my hate-fiilled words…of hate. Fish! I think it’s gonna be fish. (Also, my husband is likely to suffer death by dander, so I suppose that’s a turn-off too).