Rockstar Status


Sydney and I made a little trip to Hilltop today, and I felt a lot like a rock star’s body guard. “Stay back. One at a time. Yes, this is Sydney. No, she won’t perform at your birthday party.” Seriously, I uttered all but one of those statements multiple times.  On top of that, throughout our time at Hilltop there were shrieks of “Sydney’s here! Do you remember me?! Oh look at that guy with Sydney. He must be the handsomest grandson-in-law“. Again, all but one of these things actually happened multiple times.

In true rock star fashion she celebrated when she got home by breaking some stuff and trying to cut herself.

We Do Feed Her, I Swear

Ten Things that Sydney ate while working in Room 2 with Ms. Elvrum on Saturday:

1. Smelly Marker (banana smell is her choice)

2. 3 different yard sticks (one with duct tape on it)

3. Unifix Cubes (at least 4 of them…all red)

4. Filer Holder

5. 2 Green Pillows

6. Sydney (classroom stuffed pug)

7. Mrs. Brooks’ stuffed animal collection.

8. Shell (100% shell from the beach)

9. 2 More Yard Sticks

10. 1 Cheeto from student’s snack left behind.

Walk it Out

This** will come as no surprise: we love our dog. We love her so much that we get up before anyone else in Edmonds has even popped out of their R.E.M. cycle to walk our precious pup. We come home from work, and take her on another walk. We even play frisbee and tiger with her daily. No matter how much we love our dog or blog about her, she still hates her harness.

As you might recall, our dog isn’t exactly slender. She’s got a fat neck. Since she’s got an extra neck roll, it is a must that she wear a harness out the door. Sydney fears and doesn’t like hates the harness. She will often hide and silently wait us out if she’s lucky. Today I couldn’t find her after I kindly invited her on a walk. After checking her usual spots, I found her hunkered down in her crate.  Even after I unzipped the top of it she continued to appear fearful of getting the harness on.

We’ve tried everything from treats to hiding her harness until the last moment. Barry even read the Dog Whisperer book. Nonetheless, our dog still hates abhors the harness. Currently, as I wait her out she’s camped out under the guest bed.

Do you have a dog that is too busy cleaning the house to go on a walk?

UPDATE: Just as I was sitting down to a fresh cup of tea you know who decided to leave her cave under the bed and join me. Luckily, Barry got home so we can both trick her together. Yippee!!

Actually, she was excited to see Barry until he mentioned the word “walk” before he knew about the current situation.  Apparently, he didn’t see the Amber Alert above the garage when he pulled in.  She’s now hiding behind the couch in full woe-is-me moping mode.

**Enough with the dog posts! I know, I know.