programs for a long time.
She's started 'helping' my husband with the dishes by standing beside the dishwasher and staring at him until he realizes he's supposed to get busy. She licks the plates as he puts glasses and mugs on the top rack.
Her favourite game is 'bally' and she is still quite the athlete, jumping and grabbing the ball in mid-air. She's a total flop at catching the Frisbee and watches it hit the ground before she attacks and destroys it. I have found very few toys tough enough to withstand her neurotic chewing. Any toy with a squeaker is doomed.
With all her energy and loud barking, she can be very timid. We live by a Canadian Forces training base and there are times when the 'big guns' boom. They terrify Patch and she has generalized that fear to the sound of nail guns, backfiring vehicles and bangs of any kind. Now she won't go on long walks with me, mostly trusting Gary to take her on shorter jaunts. Perhaps she's just getting old.
When she was five, I upset her world by bringing home a puppy. Patch was duly unimpressed but has come around. Now both dogs bark at passers-by and cuddle on the couch together. In our camper, they share a basket.
A confession. For years, I have tucked her and then her and Scruffy into bed. They hear the closing music from CTV News and get into their baskets. I pull their blankets over the, pet them and tell them 'night-night.' Once I forgot and Patch came to the bathroom where I was brushing my teeth with an expectant 'haven't you forgotten something?' look on her face.
I've been married a long time and often write about everyday events.