Thursday, November 24, 2011

Happy Rods-giving!

I know what I'm thankful for this year.

And it makes me wonder what Rod is thankful for.

But I think I know...

No morning walks on vacation!

Until next week, I leave you with this:

See you next week!  Happy Thanksgiving!

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Treat Rod

Whenever Rod gets a walk, I make sure to arm myself with treats for various reasons.

Sometimes he needs some motivation.

Sometimes he needs a distraction.

Sometimes he just looks so darn cute.

These cold Fall days result in a lot of treats going in my coat pocket.

After our morning walk, I went about my day.

Rod did the same.

Later when I came home, Rod started using his long schnoz to point at the closet.

He motioned at it violently and coupled it with whine/bark hybrid.  I figured he was demanding attention, so I ignored him.

Since I still didn’t get it, he took matters into his own hands.

I reluctantly obliged.

He sniffed around and pointed confidently with that glorious nose.

Then it dawned on me:

I had left treats in my pocket and Rod could smell them! 

You get a treat for being smarter than me.

Rod must think I’m pretty slow.

But he loves me anyway.

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Hiding Rod

As you all know, this sight greets me every day when I come home from work:

But on some occasions I come home to this:

However I don’t need to travel far to find him when that happens.

So when one day I came home to this:

And this:

I was a little weirded out.  I checked his other hide out.

Still no Rod – just the usual paraphernalia. 

At this point, I became panicked.  My mind immediately pictured a dachshund motivated thief who took my Rod!

I started running around calling his name.  

Then I realized the bathroom door was uncharacteristically closed. 

I opened it to find a very embarrassed Rod. He was happy to be freed.

I can only speculate as to how this happened while he was home alone but I think this must be pretty accurate:

After this traumatic event, he’s still brave enough to go back in though!

We keep the door wide open.

Thursday, November 3, 2011

Birdie Rod Part II

And now, the dramatic conclusion...

I went running from the house like it was on fire, scooping Rod up into my arms very dramatically.

I did the most logical thing I could think of – I drove to McDonalds for a sundae while I waited for help to come.

45 minutes later, help did come.  Trouble was, when I returned to the kitchen to show Mike, the bird was no longer there.

All 3 of us walked around the house like a bunch of creeps looking for the bird.

We found him doing laundry. 

Just kidding, he was only perched in there.

Thank goodness he chose the room with 2 doors – one leading outside.  Mike opened it up and the bird casually walked – yes, walked – back outside.

 Much of the downstairs floor was covered in bird poop, however the upstairs was untouched.  I can only imagine it was because the bird encountered this at the top of the stairs:

Rod probably remembers it like this:

Good job, Rod!!

On fireplace patrol.