Thank you all so much who have sent Mom and me pretty flowers and decorative cups! I appreciate them all so much. I have been trying to acknowledge each gift, but my internet service has been having fits, and it is really tough to do at the moment. I just wanted all of you to know how much I appreciate you thinking of us!
Because of my food allergies, I have to make things like bread and crackers myself. Over time, pieces have fallen on the floor, and Geordie has discovered that he really likes my homemade goods. (Since they are basically biscuits, we ended up naming what I make "Mommy Biscuits".)
I have a tough time getting to eat what I make because Geordie feels that biscuits are for puppies, and that includes my food. The other day, I was sneaking and having one of the crackers that I had made. I thought I was doing a good job of being furtive until I felt 20 pounds of muscle start shaking my chair. I looked down to see the happiest, most excited smiling face looking up at me. This wasn't the dog-face that we often see. The one where there is laser vision zeroed in our food telling us that if our attention wavers for even an instant, all that food is going to end up inside out pet. No, this look I recognized from countless toddlers over the years. It reflected a lack of concept of ownership. Whatever Mommy has is also mine because we share everything! Yes, that was the look I saw. Pure joy that both Mommy and he were going to enjoy biscuits. I am sure that Caesar or Victoria would criticize me for sharing with my pup, but there was no way that I could refuse. No, here, "Mommy and I share everything!".
What is your pup's favorite game? Is it chasing a tennis ball? Tug of War? Find the Treat? If Geordie were a human, his favorite game would be called, "Playing Barbies". His favorite thing is for us to pretend that one of his stuffed animals is real so that he can interact with it.
Last night, Geordie brought me his little yellow puppy to play with. After a while, he stopped to rest, so I took the little puppy and pretended that it was playing with his Kong. I would roll the Kong around and pretend that the puppy was eating treats that fell out by making "nom, nom, nom" noises over the imaginary food. You wouldn't believe how mad my boy got! Then I made the toy pretend to eat his kibble by dipping its nose in the bowl and clinking the food around. Ach! Too much to bear! Geordie was huffing and glaring and sticking out his lower teeth at the toy, but he didn't do anything until I looked away. As soon as he thought my attention was off the toy, he ran over and hit it. Then when I didn't say anything, he grabbed the toy and ran, shaking and shaking it! It amuses me no end what an imagination this dog has!! It makes me wary of introducing a little brother or sister to him. I worry what sneaky things he would do to the pup when my attention was off them.