if the dogs weren't geriatric, I guarantee there would have puh-lenty of activity, with a little fighting over who gets the bathtub to hide in.
that a bathtub wouldn't especially protect you from the angry god who put the sun out (at least temporarily) isn't on their radar.
did I also actually hear some wealthy, whore-fucking, crack-smoking billionaire TV evangelists insisting that the eclipse is just another sign that the Rapture is nearly upon us? I don't think I was dreaming...
I'm astonished that your dogs would consider entering a bathtub voluntarily under any circumstances. Most people on the other hand would - in the event of a "Don't Look Up" scenario - consider lolling in a hot bath or shower to be on a short list for The way to go...
if the water's running, it's a whole different thing.
actually, Jubal tolerates baths and most grooming very well. Daisy (my current avatar) requires at least three strong people just to cut her nails. in fact, if I so much as think about it, she hides. and she has these thick long black nails so hard that when she walks on a hardwood floor, she sounds like a tap dancer with shitty rhythm.
Your last sentence gave me a big guffaw--our pit/lab mix, Libby also has thick black nails and we also have hardwood floors, so yes...non-rhythmic tap dancing hits it exactly!
I had an Airedale who used to do some sort of ball of the foot walk to cross the floor when he didn't want me to notice, so he was aware of it and knew how to sneak...
the extraordinary genius of dogs surprises me--at the very least, several times a week. especially herding dogs and, even more especially, English Shepherds and (in their much less mellow, much more driven way) Border Collies.
"genius" is the only appropriate word. of course, sometimes genius makes things a good deal more complicated than they need to be. but I'm cool with the trade-off.
I've tried once or twice, and it's...well, I was defeated after the first two minutes. a great herding dog could, I think, manage. but I could be entirely wrong.
if the dogs weren't geriatric, I guarantee there would have puh-lenty of activity, with a little fighting over who gets the bathtub to hide in.
that a bathtub wouldn't especially protect you from the angry god who put the sun out (at least temporarily) isn't on their radar.
did I also actually hear some wealthy, whore-fucking, crack-smoking billionaire TV evangelists insisting that the eclipse is just another sign that the Rapture is nearly upon us? I don't think I was dreaming...
I'm astonished that your dogs would consider entering a bathtub voluntarily under any circumstances. Most people on the other hand would - in the event of a "Don't Look Up" scenario - consider lolling in a hot bath or shower to be on a short list for The way to go...
if the water's running, it's a whole different thing.
actually, Jubal tolerates baths and most grooming very well. Daisy (my current avatar) requires at least three strong people just to cut her nails. in fact, if I so much as think about it, she hides. and she has these thick long black nails so hard that when she walks on a hardwood floor, she sounds like a tap dancer with shitty rhythm.
Your last sentence gave me a big guffaw--our pit/lab mix, Libby also has thick black nails and we also have hardwood floors, so yes...non-rhythmic tap dancing hits it exactly!
I had an Airedale who used to do some sort of ball of the foot walk to cross the floor when he didn't want me to notice, so he was aware of it and knew how to sneak...
Wow... too funny! Those wiry-haired terrier types are flippin' smart! (smarter than some labs, anyway).
the extraordinary genius of dogs surprises me--at the very least, several times a week. especially herding dogs and, even more especially, English Shepherds and (in their much less mellow, much more driven way) Border Collies.
"genius" is the only appropriate word. of course, sometimes genius makes things a good deal more complicated than they need to be. but I'm cool with the trade-off.
At least you're not herding cats. That takes real skill. :-)
I've tried once or twice, and it's...well, I was defeated after the first two minutes. a great herding dog could, I think, manage. but I could be entirely wrong.