Because the couch, very simply, was not good enough for her.
The Maia Princess is approaching 10+ years now, which in dog years, means she's getting right on up there with the old and gray crowd. Every winter, as the temperature drops, the old lady gets a little sore in the hips, walks a little slower, jumps a little less, and every winter I put her back on a glucosamine supplement. Say what you will about glucosamine and placebo effects, but I see such dramatic improvement in Maia within two weeks of giving her pills. After a pleasant six months of her not jumping up and stealing food from the counter, she made away with a bag of bagels and Chris' prized cookies yesterday.
That's no placebo effect if you ask me.
She also proceeded to have worse than usual gas last night and kept both Chris and I awake with her farts. Oh, the joys of having a dog.
Maybe it would be best to preface this by saying that my mom is a very smart woman. Her day job involves some sort of theoretical high energy quantum mechanical physics business which I long ago gave up trying to understand.
Turns out, the Maia doggie is smarter. She worked her over.
Maia spent last week at my parents house, keeping Huck company, snuggling with my brother, and being the good grand-doggie that she is. She came back this Monday, and while I have no concrete numbers, I'd say that she managed to put on 5-10 pounds during her week away.
How, I ask. I can't even do that, and I've been known to put on 15+ pounds over the course of a summer if I try.
Apparently, several factors contributed to this. Firstly, Huck is a self-feeder at home. I cured him of this when he stays at our place, but apparently the skill of eating when fed doesn't transfer houses. Both got their bowl of food morning and night...and I'd place my bets, Maia was getting a double dose of food twice a day while Huck lived on kitchen scraps, which he does regardless (he hates all sorts of dog food).
Then, they counter-surfed. A giant loaf of bread went missing. Apparently, this doesn't happen when Maia's not around so she was blamed. While a normal person would look at this incident, say bad dog, give her a little less dinner, and keep the bread up high, my mom decided that Maia wasn't getting fed enough and that she was hungry so she upped the food offerings. Maia will eat herself sick, she's always hungry and will always eat unattended food. Silly mom, you got tricked. She's really not starving, she just wants you to believe that.
So now I have a chubby dog who's absolutely convinced that if she looks pathetic enough, I'll give her the crust of my bread. And generally, she's right. Who can refuse a face like that?
I was looking at the previous ten posts on this blog...I dare say it's mountain biking season.
I was tired this morning. And in a bad mood. Every noise outside at nightwas someone stealing our bikes and skis in my head. A restless night to say the least. When I woke up, all the bikes were still there. Sadly, I've lost a little bit of faith in people, at least for now. Vowed to stop my McGuckins to get a long cable and lock for the garage to replace the mess of cable locks and u-locks I had locking most of the bikes up.
Took the Goobers out for their morning walk. Cloudy and legitimately chilly. Fish tried to walk out the door with a jacket before I talked him out of it. Embrace the chill. I took a few pictures of the Goobers, mostly for my mom so she can see we're taking good care of her pup. 4 weeks and counting till we have to give him back. Has it really been a year already?
1) What well behaved dogs I have when they want something...like a morning walk.
2) Every once in a while they walk in a straight line. This is a rarity.
3) When it's below 70 degrees out, Huck likes to play tug-o-war with his leash in the cul-de-sac. He's pulled me over on ice before.
4) Notice the blue (Maia) leash in his mouth. Tugging poor, patient Maia around is sometimes more fun than tugging Foster-mom around. Sometimes.
Finally got the doo-dad to download rides from my geek-o-meter. The one from our Grandloop is pretty neat.
The steady rate of the climb always impresses me. Guess TrailRidge really is a big hill. No denying that. The steadiness of my HR on climbs is also impressive. Diesel engine. It makes me tired just looking at it.
No riding today. Big day at work. I told my undergrad that the earliest I'd be in on Wednesday was noon thirty. Time to ride. Cross bike? Mountain bike? Road?
How neat is it that this is the biggest dilemma that I'm going to face in the morning? Well, that and whether to eat oats or eggs for breakfast.
Mike and Chris posted this...guess they came home to the trash empty and Huck in this state. And all this time we thought that Maia was the dumpster diver...now we know better.
Shortly afterwards, he cleaned off the counter too.
Went out again last night. That's 4 nights this week. Ouch. I can see it now, my parents are saying that the reason I want to drop out of school is because I'm partying too hard. Well, I'm not planning on dropping out, so stop worrying.
Went to the Heather/Mike/Missy bowling birthday party out in Laffyette. Hadn't bowled in quite a long time, well, once in probably the last decade, and it turns out, I'm pretty bad at it. Especially after a couple of beers. I think I bowled a 74 the first game...71 the second. One of the 'pro' bowlers with matching tee-shirts rolled a perfect 300 while we were there, they were pretty excited. Mike got some cool pictures of it...but the camera died and I've yet to procure the pictures. We were definitely the odd group out.
Worked as much as I possibly could today, actually got a fair amount done...then I went to lay down for a 20 minute cat nap at about 3:30 this afternoon, it was dark when I woke up. Guess I was a little tired. Guess it's time to chill out a little bit, focus in on the last two weeks of school, and get it done.
A lot of the foot of snow melted today. This is the longest I've seen snow stick around in a while. Today was the sloppiest day yet on the roads...or maybe it just seemed that way because it was the first day that I didn't think I needed my rain pants.