Friday, September 05, 2008

A new face at our house


We recently adopted a 5 yr old, 13 lb Silky terrier from the family that could no longer keep him. They called him Max, but we have renamed him Mac, as every third dog we know, including within our family, is named Max. We thought this was not too big a change for him and that he would just think we have a funny accent. LOL He seems to be adjusting well to us, our German Shepherd, our revolving-door sons and grandchildren. He is affectionate, eager to please, energetic and just a little too smart for his own good. ;)

Okay....so I was in the 'powder room' minding my own very important business and I heard the rustling of plastic bags. The rustling went on and on and on. So, being unable to investigate, due to pressing circumstances, I yelled out "is that you, dear?" Of course, the Man Of The House [hereinafter referred to as MOTH-because this is a G-rated blog], without rising from his seat or even looking around, replied that no, it wasn't him. HE was unable to investigate due to the pressing nature of the televison program he was watching. ARRRRGH! When I was finally able to come out, all appeared normal. Until MOTH asked "were did Mac get a rawhide bone?"

Well, that rawhide bone was in a plastic bag that the former owner had given us, and that was on the kitchen table. Little Mac Trouble discovered that one chair wasn't completely pushed in, jumped on it and from there to the table. All the rustling was him finding the opening of the bag and withdrawing the bone. You should see the size of this bone, it is the size I would give to the 90 lb German Shepherd! The end knots are almost as big as his head. Mac Clever got the bone, jumped down to the chair and then to the floor and proceeded to carry it with him all about the house, settling in different spots and happily gnawing away all evening.

Now, any of you that have lived with children, can you tell me when does the Woman of the House ever get to tend to business uninterrupted? The last time that I can remember was pre-motherhood, over 35 years ago. I thought when they were grown and gone...sigh... but now I have part-time live in grandchildren and fur kids, all of whom conspire against me. MOTH even put a phone in the powder room so he wouldn't have to answer it when I was in there. PLEASE- don't anyone tell him there are phones that can be installed in the shower!!

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

It is really bad when the dog is smarter than the humans. Loved hearing about Mac.
Privacy in the bathroom....what is that?
Patricia

Elaine Adair said...

Is that fella behind the dog (photo) the oblivious not-to-be-mentioned-person?

Roslyn Atwood said...

=Mac's previous owner should have told you-all the Aussie dogs are very smart! We have 3 1/2 yr. old 13lb.Australian Terrier, too smart for her own good! But we were warned by the breeder so we have no excuses!She runs rings around other dogs ,has them all figured out!
Roslyn

Katie said...

RFLOL Oh my goodness, how I can relate!!!

Love your OC too! :-)

Morah said...

OHMYGOODNESS you have me laughing. You put into words an, ahem, delicate problem we all have in our lives. Too funny, too funny!