Wednesday, November 07, 2007

Basset Burgular: The Case of the Tricked Treats

Before I forget to document this at all, I have to tell y'all about my most recent Porthos' Hilarious Hi jinx story.

Thursday night of last week, I was sitting at home on the computer, playing iLike Music Trivia on Facebook. I'm the next best thing to oblivious to anything going on around me and just beneath my sub-consciousness, I hear "rustle, rustle, rustle" behind me, and then the "click, click, click, click" of doggie nails on wood flooring, toddling their way out to the living room. I think nothing of this. Porthos is ALWAYS investigating "something" and he's gotten to the point where I don't have to be on top of his every move. And with recent developments, Ted has been packing up his things, and there are boxes everywhere in the spare bedroom. I'm still playin' away on the computer, and I hear "click, click, click, click" back into the bedroom, then "rustle, rustle, rustle" once more... followed by "click, click, click, click", back out into the living room. Now this second occasion DID register, and I asked him... "Porthos, what are you up to baby dog"? (as if he's going to say "Nothing Dad! As you were then.") Then he comes clicking back into the bedroom, and I wait for the "rustle, rustle, rustle" and swing around on the chair, only to see him with his head in a plastic bag in one of the boxes. Of course the jig is up, and he goes "click, click, clicking" back out to the living room with a little more purpose, whilst I investigate what he was scoring out of the plastic bag.

"Oh, you little fucker"! I laugh, and run to the living room to find him lying quite pretty on his doggie bed, and proceed to pry a trick-or-treat sized Glossette's peanuts package from the hounds deadly jaws. He growled at me for ruining his snack of course, but as always his growl is just a form of communication, and he relinquished the Glossettes. But he had already opened and eaten an Oh Henry and a Reese's Peanut Butter Cup. Leaving the packaging splayed on the floor I might add. I'm trying to tell him "No", "Bad Boy", but I just can't muster up the conviction to make him equate my giggling with discipline. It was like, he just came across Ted's stash of Halloween crap, and was like "Oh... well maybe just one more."

Man I love that dog. So eternally cute, and full of antics.

Before checkin'out today, I must recommend the most beautiful, wonderful album I've heard all year. The new Queen Latifah CD: Trav'lin' Light. It's a work of exquisite art from start to finish. I seriously cannot recommend it enough. Like... go buy it. I can't imagine anyone not loving it.

Trav'lin' Light

I'm trav'lin' light
Because my man has gone
But from now on
I'm trav'lin' light

He said, "Goodbye"
And took my heart away
So from today
I'm trav'lin' light

No one to see
I'm free as the breeze
No one but me
And my memories

Some lucky night
He may come back again
But until then
I'm trav'lin' light

No one to see
I'm free as the breeze
No one but me
And my memories

Some lucky night
He may, he may come back again
But until then
I'm trav'lin' light

6 comments:

Misster Kitty said...

It's been a while for me but isn't Chocolate bad for poocihes?!

So Queen's new CD is good huh? I remember thinking when I saw her on DwtS that I'd want to to get it.

John said...

Chocolate "IS" very bad for pooches. Rest-assured, my boys are never voluntarily fed the stuff. But that being said, it's not like instant-death-rat-poisony calibre. Come to think of it, I think it was his first time "having" chocolate. So who could blame him for going back for more. ;) He never did get to endulge in the Glossettes. And he LURVES peanuts.

Misster Kitty said...

Well chocolate and any variation on peanut is GENIUS!

Misster Kitty said...

OYE!

I'm still waiting!

Misster Kitty said...

knock knock...

Misster Kitty said...

*COUGH COUGH*