So i guess i'm spending the rest of the day on the stairs until his nap is over.
Every year my sweet schmoopie boi gets a little bit slower.
He wants to go hard and then he hits his pittie capacity wall and goes, I lay here's now.
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Whatever giant gremlin inhabited Benson after his sponge down can kiss my ass.
He went from docile stinky schmoopie to food foraging menace who almost knocked a mug of coffee onto my laptop.
I heard the chaos from the other room and found him slurping up the remaining dregs of my heavily creamed coffee on the floor. Is incidental caffeine bad for dogs?
He later refused to go for a walk (once again turning around in his harness as soon as the front door shut behind us.) He sat in protest until we went back inside and I fed him.
He's snoring now.
Asshole.
Gave Benson a sponge bath in the kitchen while I was in a slack huddle with my team.
I went to clean his butt and he instantly clenched, sat down, and then went on a giant zoomie, making the bar cart rattle, running into the plants, and making the dishes cupboard shake like an earthquake.
He makes me laugh so much.
Benson loves being a clean boi but he does not like having his butt touched!
Benson and I have had a quiet day.
I like giving him quiet time so he can decompress and relax.
We spent the warm afternoon in various states of napping. He was in a square of sunshine, then it was my turn, then we shared some potato chips, then we dozed off while watching Scarpetta (it was meh and I don't like that character) then I fed him, then he sat on my foot while I practiced some Italian.
And now he just lumbered up and curled up on his bed.
I'm about to watch Jurassic Park.
The highlight of this morning's transport:
Benson taking advantage of the treats hole in his muzzle and tugging on my seatbelt from the rear compartment of the Subaru.
Have you ever been in a chokehold by an excited pittie?
Sigh.
Time for a new muzzle.
Benson was panting, I was sweaty and our walk back was peppered with occasional stops.
I have to remember to carry a bottle of water on these longer walks.
I kept us to the shade as much as possible. When we were at our building, I poured water from the front yard spigot into an extra poop bag so Benson could drink.
He was an excellent doggo the entire morning. Curious, calm, relaxed, and only slightly stubborn. And my back did really well! Nary a twinge and far less stiffness!
He's cooling off on the kitchen floor at my feet right now.
We did so well, we got all our steps in for the day.
Yay, us, Benson!
2/2
With only 4 hours sleep in my tank, I hustled Benson out the door this morning for a long walk, and -- 3 hours later -- we're just returning home.
A glorious Sunday!
We stopped by the urban AF dog park under the freeway where loose dogs approached Benson (on a lead) and everyone kept their chill. Benson does not understand the concept of retrieving. There's no fetch. Just Find and Destroy.
We walked to the farmer's market where Benson learned how to stand in line. (He was very impatient with the whole process.) Then we sat on a bench to drink coffee and eat snax while every small child in Oakland materialized just to run in circles around our bench, ask us random questions (Does he like sticks? No. How much does he weigh? 76 lbs. Can I hug him? No.) and generally stress us out. (Where is your parent, kid?)
We walked through another large crowd of tiny humans at Frog Park (one tiny human yelled 'There are too many kids here!'), then meandered to the place where the peacock lives.
#BlackJoy reporting from the Bay area:
it is a balmy sunny 75 and I have walked Benson through his favorite spots,
chatted extensively with 3 neighbors (oh the tea I have gathered!),
gave doggo a robust breakfast and post meal mommy scritches (he likes a good rub down after eating),
made a probiotic smoothie for middle aged gut health,
and all I want is to live my best Lady Bachelor life and enjoy this incredibly gorgeous day.
These assholes of Global Jankery won't stand in my way today!
Watching Benson, a founding member of the Big Bois Clean Their Bowls Club, navigate a new more challenging slow feeder makes me so amused.
Diligence Jones