August 10th 2010 11:20 am
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Do you know what my Mom got me for my birthday? She sent me to boot camp. Well, she didn't exactly send me, she invited in a Drill Sargent with her backup posse. I think Mom had some misguided notion that I would be "whipped into shape" while she lounged on the beach drinking lemon slushies. But I showed her. The first thing I did was enchant the male member of the backup posse so that there were now three out of the household of five that understood that I was to be pampered and adored. Of course, big brothers don't really count, but they can be useful to have around.

It sortof helped. I certainly got a ton of spit baths out of it, and they were very stress relieving. Plus it was really helpful to have a boy around who could take a few hard knocks. I did enjoy the play sessions, but the rules I had to live with! I tell you, it was horrid and incredibly restrictive.

Rule #1: No Pouncing.
Rule #2: No Condiments with Dinner
Rule #3: No excessive kissing.
Rule #4: Walk nicely on the leash
Rule #5: No Pouncing!

I mean really! NO CONDIMENTS WITH DINNER? I felt I had fallen into some B Horror movie, and at any moment the Hill Science Diet truck would arrive with my dinner. *shudder* Thank goodness Mom came home when she did. I was beginning to get a bit frazzled trying to cope with that double no pouncing rule.

Barked by: The Blue Crab Crew (Dogster Member)

August 10th 2010 at 11:30 am

At least you don't have to live with the woman 365 days a year! She's too well trained as a Drill Sargent. Something about Huskies need consistency or some kind of psycho-babble nonsense. Keep working on her Ginger!