My dog the Comedian

Ok, so have you ever seen the video where two cows are bonking each other and ones falls over onto it's back? You know this one? Well, I would like you to imagine Sandy doing this, except he was trying to get into our minivan.

Both Scott and I had a really shitty day and had decided to go out for ice cream. We figured let's bring Sandy along, he can get a treat too. Ok, super duper, off we go. Everyone happily eats their ice cream, dog has his kiddie size vanilla soft serve. He's zipping around the tables with his snake tongue and finishes up in world record time. Time to go. Let's put Nate in his car seat, ok all set.

Ok, Sandy it's your turn. Paws up, jump in, come on. Uh-oh. Balance lost. Abort! Abort!! Too late. My dog does this and rolls UNDER the minivan. Cue raucous laughter, so much so we are crying with laughter and people are looking at us like we're nuts. We're still giggling all the way home 10 minutes later. Frigging dog ;)

Dog in a stroller...

Last year my friend Cari, our two boys and Sandy went for a walk around the neighborhood. Now the boys were of the age where they weren't quite up to walking the whole 2 and a quarter miles up and down hills. So I figured, well the dog needs some exercise, so let's take him. Big mistake.

We started off at a good pace, Sandy merrily trotting along, peeing and pooping on every available inanimate object. La, la, la everything is all good. At the top of the first hill is when I suspect that we may have a problem. Sandy lays down, white foam coming out his mouth, panting like an emphysema patient. "Get up Sandy, let's go" Dog gets up, walks precisely 5 feet and lays all the way down on the tarmac. Well, crap now we have a problem. Not moving at all. Let's take a break for 5 minutes. Ok, yay now the dog is ready to walk again.

Fast forward to the last quarter mile. Uh-oh, Sandy is on the pavement again, looking like he's just run the Boston Marathon on speed or something. At this point I'm dragging him up the hill swearing and trying to push the jog stroller. He finally gives up 500 ft later in front of a group of townhouses. I seriously want to disown him at this point, he's not budging, not now, not ever.

So Cari and I scratch our heads and are trying to think of a way to get him home. Finally, ding, ding, ding!! Cari gets her son out of the jogging stroller and we deposit our crippled dog into the stroller. We pushed him home like this. When we got home, my husband rushed out with the camera to capture the moment. So there you have it, the story of how Sandy ended up in a stroller.

All about Sandy

Sandy is a 10 year old, blonde, fuzzy cocker spaniel. He is a boy despite the name (he won't answer to anything else, believe me we tried when we rescued him.) He's also mostly deaf, blind and missing a whole bunch of teeth. At last count, there's probably six missing which makes his smile quite amusing. Actually, if you picture Rolf the dog from the Muppets, that's a pretty accurate picture. Also, he's not your average, cute, small cocker spaniel either. At last weight check he weighed 43 pounds. Now, this is an achievement considering he topped out at almost 60 pounds at the beginning of the year. We managed to get the weight off using a prescription weight loss drug from the vet (yes, my dog took the equivalent of Hydroxycut).

Anyway, now you know a little bit about my wonder spaniel, I'll be filling you in on his misadventures in family life. Stay tuned for amusing anecdotes.

~C~