Why is it that every time I want to do something, whether it's talk on the phone or watch TV, my dogs have to start acting like they're hyped up on diet pills or something? Take tonight for instance. About 30 seconds into Criminal Minds, Bailey started that high-pitch hybrid noise that he's so fond of making. It's part bark, part growl, part "nanny, nanny, boo boo, stick your head in doo doo." I didn't have to get up from the bed to know why he was making the noise. Bella had a the end of a rawhide bone in the bathroom, and Bailey was trying to goad her into dropping it so he could take it and run. Now I'm a doggy parent who spoils both of her fur children equally. Even when it's one of their birthdays, I always buy the other one a toy so that he or she doesn't feel left out. Thus, as you can imagine, the bone that Bella had in the bathroom wasn't the only bone in the house. The thing is Bailey didn't care that there was a basket full of rawhides just a few feet away. Neither did Bella for that matter. Passing the bone back and forth is their favorite game, right after holding up their bad legs when they want another joint chew and climbing in my lap every time I try to put on a pair of tennis shoes. I guess the bone must taste better once the other one has broken it in, or maybe it's just a case of sibling rivalry. One dog always wants what the other one has. Either way, the canine taunting went on for a good 15 minutes before Bailey finally gave up and decided to eat his dog food instead. I'm just glad Criminal Minds tonight was a ripoff of that Kate Beckinsale and Luke Wilson movie, Vacancy, and I could miss 15 minutes of it. Otherwise, I wouldn't have had a clue as to what was going on.
