Friends, the past few days have certainly been out of the ordinary for yours truly.
It started Tuesday evening when momma and master went to visit my human brother and sissy-in-law and came back with my nephew, Oliver.
Oliver is an odd sort who seems incapable of locomotion without something in his mouth. Subsequently, his first task upon arrival was to scour my toy basket and nab one of my stuffies which he proceeded to rattle in my face.
|This is so rude. He didn't even ask permission.|
I advised him that oral fixations are definitely not status quo amongst mature labradudes.
|You need to settle down. You're four years old now. Time to stop being such a dork.|
Perhaps I was hasty in my chastisement as the next thing I knew I was on my back, with his significant weight compressing my labrachest and causing me to see stars from lack of oxygen.
|Get off me, lard butt!|
Fear not! Living with the RH prepared me well for executing ninja moves when confronted with a rotund beast and I quickly righted myself.
|Prepare for ninja lab!|
And put the smack down right back on Mr. Porkydude.
|Ready to say "Uncle?"|
But he is persistent, so I am glad him came equipped with his padded cell to which he retreats willingly for much needed down time.
|Peace at last. I hope he goes home soon.|
I am told he will be here through the end of the week (have mercy). Why? Well, it seems my human brother and sissy-in-law are taking an extended holiday at the hospital which apparently provides accommodations for two in their deluxe suites.
And they are even getting a going away prize. That being a human pup named RW.
Not sure how much of a prize that will turn out to be given that human pups are notoriously hard to housebreak and crate training is frowned upon.
Here's a photo of Momma with RW. She says she is now a Granny. More like an evil witch ready to pop the kid in the oven from the looks of things.
I suppose that makes me an Uncle. If that is the case, I say, "bring it on" and let me show little RW the ropes.
In the meantime, I have a full plate trying to teach Oliver to comport himself with dignity. To which end, I have been taking him on walkies with me where he dutifully follows like a good nephew and only pees where I tell him to. As it should be.
P.S. Oliver does not visit our estate much. The last time he was here for a sleepover, there was an unfortunate incident between him and the RH which you can read about here. For a little trip down memory lane, here is a video from Oliver's sleepover. Kind of makes me nostalgic for the RH and the good times we had doing zoomies.