Happy and Tito share a love for sticks—the bigger, the better. What they don’t share is a love of sharing. Fortunately it doesn’t come to blows or teeth-gnashing, just an endless game of tug-o-war.
Sometimes Happy gets the stick, sometimes Tito emerges victorious. But whoever ends up with the prize always makes a slow jog with it past the loser, which of course allows the non-stick-haver to catch up and grab the other end, starting the game all over.
I know these shots are practically identical, but it gives you a good idea of what I look at all afternoon. Plus, they were all so cute that I couldn’t decide on just one. Tito’s lucky he’s cute, because yesterday I was about a millimeter away from giving him to the first person who looked at him. Let’s itemize why, shall we?
- General a.m. rambunctiousness before I’ve had enough coffee.
- Peed on my roses.
- Dug up my dahlia bed.
- Dug up my black-eyed susans.
- Peed on Happy (I’m not even kidding).
- Chewed briefly on the wall (I wish I were kidding).
After some discussion with Josh, we agreed that I needed Josh to wear Tito out a little before leaving for work. This morning Josh took Tito for a jog, then supervised him and Happy in the yard for a while. Seems to have worked some serious magic, because today has been MUCH better. Calm, semi-obedient, nearly zen. I was even able to give them both baths (Tito’s small enough to fit in the kitchen sink, and loves it). Tito’s still on probation, though; it’s hard to forgive bullet points 5 and 6.
“Peed on Happy (I’m not even kidding).”
Oh how humiliating is that??
I know! And Happy’s face was just priceless, like, “You didn’t really just do that, did you?” Then she looked at me, but I couldn’t tell if she wanted me to help or if she was giving me the hairy eyeball for letting Tito into the household.
oh…how cute they are!
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