Friday, July 11, 2008

WHO'S THE BOSS?


I honestly don't know.  Isn't that a said thing to admit?  I've been working with Harley for over two weeks, and he still refuses to come when I call.  He runs just outside my reach when I try to pick him up.  And he is having accidents minutes after we come back in from our walks (where he does go potty).  I have no idea what I'm doing wrong.  I've followed the instructions I was given by my puppy training teacher.  And it just doesn't seem to be working for me.

Yesterday Harley gave me a scare, and everyone in the vet office a laugh.  Actually they were laughing at me.  Harley was doing his usual bump and grind with the blue bear and suddenly he yelped.  I ran over to him and to my surprise there was something protruding from his privates.  As I had no idea what it was, I freaked, grabbed him up, hopped in my car and drove to the vet.  By the time we got there, what ever it was has withdrawn.  Luckily for me a very nice vet happened to be walking through the waiting area.  And as is always the case with Harley she stopped to pet and admire him.  I told her what I saw and she, with the slightest of giggles informed me that what I saw was his private part.  She said he probably got himself so excited that he got stuck.  I told her I had no idea his private extended and withdrew with his excitement level.  She said that's exactly how it worked.  To which I replied, "I not had any boys in my house in a long time, so I had no idea!"  Needless to say I was so embarrassed.  But the family at the counter got a good laugh.  So home we went.  And I immediately took away anything I had ever seen him having fun with, for fear of a re-occurrence.

Afterwards I felt like such a smuck.  But I got myself together, packed up some knitting and headed out to S n B with the girls.  Where I re-told the story at least twice.

Yesterday I finished my first "Nanner" sock,by the lovely Wendy of Wendy Knits made available for her friends in the Plurk community.  For those who don't know, Plurk is an on-line social networking community.
I must say, I love Plurk.  It's a total time drain, but I love it.  It has allows me to learn more people I only knew from their blogs.  And it gives me an outlet for when I don't have a full blog post.

This morning I decided to start a pair of socks using one of the sock blanks from Knit Picks I dyed last week with Miss J..
I think Harley was drawn to the smell of Kool Aid.
I had read a lot of conflicting opinions of the blanks, but decided to give them a chance.  I have to say, I like them so far.  Dying them was a lot of fun, and the kinks have not caused any issues for me, yet.  First chance I get, I've got to get more and dye them up as gifts for friends.

I hope you all have a nice weekend.  I'm off to do some more knitting.

3 comments:

Amby said...

LOL!!!! Oh the wonderfully gross and weird things boy dogs do...Benadryl and even prescription tranquilizers act like doggie Viagra on our two.

Rynna said...

First boy dog??
sherry

He is just marking his home on his return...Hopefully if he gets fixed it will stop.

Lil Knitter said...

LOL! Gotta love the boy dogs!

Our new puppy is the same way about the name thing. I've never had a dog not come when you call them. Must just be their personality. I'm thinking kids and men aren't the only ones with selective hearing after all. lol

Hugs!

*love the sock! love the color!