Can’t have a section that doesn’t contain pets
Res: Where daddy going?
Me: He is going to go figure out the rail system today.
Res: Why?
Me: He wants to try to learn how to get around Denver by rail in case he has to go on a business trip from the airport.
Res: Can I go?
Me: No, you get to stay with me.
Res: No me go!
Me: Sorry dude, you are not a service dog.
Res: Me is to! I’m a seeing eye dog.
Me: How ya figure?
Res: I have eyes, and I see!
Me: cough cough barely cough cough
Res: RUUUUUDEEEEEE!
Me: go to take a nap Res.
Res: I don’t feel well dad.
Me: I know buddy, it’s your monthly heart worm, tick, and flea meds.
Res: I DIDN’T TAKE A PILL!
Me: Eh…… yeh, you did.
Res: How? What? Where?
Me: Not telling!!!
Res: I don’t trust you anymore.
Me: But you like Peanut Butter.
Res: WHAT? You polluted my peanut butter?
Me: Nope (cough cough cough) I just said you like Peanut Butter.
(Note: He always is sort of out of it for a few days after his monthly meds).
Me: Res! Stairs are made to be walked on.
Res: WHAT?
Me: Res, I jut watched you take a running start and jump up 5 steps, I think your back legs may have briefly touched one on the way up.
Res: Saving energy, you should try it.
Me: No Vet bills! You are currently between insurance policies! You get hurt, there goes your treat money.
Res: Me be good. Now feed me!
Make sure you check on your cats this evening. Someone may eat them.
Gizmo will kick someones’ ass.
Res: Where you going Dad?
Me: Utah
Res: Can I go? Can I go? [bouncing around like an idiot]
Me: Nope, you have to stay with Daddy.
Res: Can I go? Can I go?
Me: Chill dude.
…….. Jesse Pannell and I are upstairs in his office and talking…….
Me: Res, what are you doing here?
Res: You were up here, I was down there, nope.
Me: But you did the stairs.
Res: Yup, they not scary when I WANT to do them.
Me: Ok, let’s see you go down.
Res: Let’s go!
Me: [grabbing Res’s collar] Res! No jumping down them. Walk!
Res: OK, but only when you are watching.
Me: Heaven help us. Res: I swear you will get a job if I have vet bills and you will not like crate rest.
Res ventured down into the mysterious “basement” room today. He had some issues getting back up and needed help. Then he came down a second time and tried to avoid the steps (by jumping down them), I caught him before he made it to far and made him walk the rest of the way.
Res: But Dad, Angel Ranger used to do it!
Me: No, Ranger did not jump down them, Ranger jumped up them, and Ranger had skill!
Res: I have skill too…..
Me: How about you prove you can walk them first?
Res: Walking them is over-rated. Jumping is more fun.
Me: NO!!!! You do not pay your own vet bills.
He did the stairs this morning!!! Well, down the stairs this morning. He walked right next to me, I did hold his collar to control the speed. Now if we can get a repeat.
I remember these days. Peanut had to fend off the vultures. She had no teeth at this time. She ruled the roost but the second (or millisecond) she walked away from her food bowl the pack descended to get the crumbs. Rambo is being held right out of the picture.
Someone want to come and teach Res what to do with a bone? He is totally ignoring it. The cat wants it though.
