If I only had Dad's Droid... and thumbs!! This morning we were up early and headed outside to drain the magic dragon, which included Dad chasing Finn through the yard. Dad says that Finn gets a "wild hair" every now and then which makes him do silly things like not listen and be stubborn. Dad also says that I'm usually the reason Finn gets his "wild hair" out of place because I am a headful of wild hairs.
After Dad gets us both back in the house, he sits down and starts to check his email and plan out the day. Its only going to be in the low 80's around here, so he's talking about mowing (we ALL know how he feels about mowing, now don't we??!!). As he types and checks weather sites and looks in on all my FB Buddies... I decide to check out the coffee table to see anyone (Mom) had left anything of interest on the table last night at bedtime.
Sure enough... a half empty (which means HALF FULL) bowl of chips were hanging around, just waiting for a fine dog like myself to claim them for breakfast. I'm not quite tall enough to climb on the coffee table but I am tall enough to paw at things I want... so I did. Keep in mind that the rest of the house is asleep and Dad wants to keep it that way. SO, to keep me calm, Dad drops a few chips on the floor. You know what they say about potato chips and Chins, "NO CHIN CAN EAT JUST ONE... ummm.. handful... ummm... dropped on the floor".
After scarfing down the small amoung presented, I wanted more... chips are like Chin crack.... so I asked for more. THIS is when Dad starts waving arms and pointing at me, then he mouths NO and shakes his head and finger which carries down to his body. I do the right things and ignore him by trying to climb up on the table to get my bowl of chips. I KNOW THERE ARE MORE IN THERE, MAN!!!
This dog and Dad game carries on for about 10 minutes with Dad looking like a silent film star having a seizure and me continuing to find a way up on the table. Every time, he would drop a few chips to quiet me down... then I would eat those and head back to the table for more. Finally, after acting a mime that Marcel Marceau would have climbed OUT of his invibible box and pulled up an invisible chair to watch... Dad moves the chips to the counter in the kitchen. Smooth move, Exlax! but not smooth enough!!
Those were MY chips, as I had claimed them first this morning. He apparently thought I was done with them, after all... there wasn't any sour cream and onion dip... but I was still mid-crunch fest. To let him know that I was still feeding the chip beast inside me, I banged on the stove for awhile. You would have thought I had shot a man, just to watch him die! Dad came flying into the kitchen and went into an act that could only be described as "ants in the pants meets homeless mute man on fire". He did everything but "stop, drop and roll". Between laughing and looking disinterested... I felt it best to leave the kitchen and wait till later... mostly because the first load of chips had hit my belly and I was full now. I let him think he had won because it will pay off for me later in the day,
Humans are normally easy to train, although Dad has taken a long time to get to the point he's at now. He tends not to learn as quickly as I want him too and has trouble retaining things I've taught him. Overall, he is a keeper... after all, he is taller than I am and has the thumbs in our relationship.
After Dad gets us both back in the house, he sits down and starts to check his email and plan out the day. Its only going to be in the low 80's around here, so he's talking about mowing (we ALL know how he feels about mowing, now don't we??!!). As he types and checks weather sites and looks in on all my FB Buddies... I decide to check out the coffee table to see anyone (Mom) had left anything of interest on the table last night at bedtime.
Sure enough... a half empty (which means HALF FULL) bowl of chips were hanging around, just waiting for a fine dog like myself to claim them for breakfast. I'm not quite tall enough to climb on the coffee table but I am tall enough to paw at things I want... so I did. Keep in mind that the rest of the house is asleep and Dad wants to keep it that way. SO, to keep me calm, Dad drops a few chips on the floor. You know what they say about potato chips and Chins, "NO CHIN CAN EAT JUST ONE... ummm.. handful... ummm... dropped on the floor".
After scarfing down the small amoung presented, I wanted more... chips are like Chin crack.... so I asked for more. THIS is when Dad starts waving arms and pointing at me, then he mouths NO and shakes his head and finger which carries down to his body. I do the right things and ignore him by trying to climb up on the table to get my bowl of chips. I KNOW THERE ARE MORE IN THERE, MAN!!!
This dog and Dad game carries on for about 10 minutes with Dad looking like a silent film star having a seizure and me continuing to find a way up on the table. Every time, he would drop a few chips to quiet me down... then I would eat those and head back to the table for more. Finally, after acting a mime that Marcel Marceau would have climbed OUT of his invibible box and pulled up an invisible chair to watch... Dad moves the chips to the counter in the kitchen. Smooth move, Exlax! but not smooth enough!!
Those were MY chips, as I had claimed them first this morning. He apparently thought I was done with them, after all... there wasn't any sour cream and onion dip... but I was still mid-crunch fest. To let him know that I was still feeding the chip beast inside me, I banged on the stove for awhile. You would have thought I had shot a man, just to watch him die! Dad came flying into the kitchen and went into an act that could only be described as "ants in the pants meets homeless mute man on fire". He did everything but "stop, drop and roll". Between laughing and looking disinterested... I felt it best to leave the kitchen and wait till later... mostly because the first load of chips had hit my belly and I was full now. I let him think he had won because it will pay off for me later in the day,
Humans are normally easy to train, although Dad has taken a long time to get to the point he's at now. He tends not to learn as quickly as I want him too and has trouble retaining things I've taught him. Overall, he is a keeper... after all, he is taller than I am and has the thumbs in our relationship.