We are dog sitting. His name is Gunner and he and Henry are best friends.
Today when Nate woke up from his nap, I greeted him enthusiastically, cooing and smiling. Gunner came running in to see what was getting so much attention. He peeked into the crib and I thought, "Aww! I'll get a picture."
Then I took Nathan out to the living room to feed him. Several minutes later, I heard the thump of a dog jumping on the bed. I had just made our bed, so I hollered "Get down!" to whichever dog had decided to mess it up. Nothing. I picked Nate up and went to investigate. No dog on the bed, but when I passed the nursery, I saw this:
My dog can barely jump on the couch.
Henry is baffled, since he has no athletic ability whatsoever and cannot fathom how this happened.
I admit that I told him to stay put while I ran for the camera, but as soon as I had these pictures I made him get down... which he did with ease.
Maybe he liked the attention I was giving Nathan and wanted some of his own, so he jumped in. Maybe he was looking for Nathan.
Maybe he's a mountain goat with a long, drooly tongue.
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3 comments:
I love this. :)
I'm beginning to think yellow labs are not the family dogs people thought they were. Dinah pounded on the bathroom door at your parent's house today and burst in on me while I was using the bathroom and tried to get on the toilet with me. Animal.
That is hilarious!
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