At a little after one AM my Cooper asks me for a dog biscuit. I teLL that I am completely out and that Ernie is going to go to Wal-Mart tomorrow and, (-here-) you can have a handful of dry dog food. He neVer eats dry dog food by itself. He indicates that he wants to go outside.
Twenty minutes later he comes back inside WITH a dog biscuit from his secret eXternal stash. He is proud of himself (finding it in the dark) as I crack up laughing. He eats it in the bedroom then crunch crunch crunch he is back in the kitchen eating that first handful of dry dog food. First? He asks for more. I give him a second handful. He crunches through that and asks for a third. But I stop after three and let him outside when he asks for the fourth serving of something he neVer eats. I teLL him to go find another biscuit outside. But aLL he does is bark at some-thing-or-one in the darkness.
I know he had supper and this is a little early for breakfast. We wiLL caLL it brupper or supfast, either one sounds Scooby-Doo-ish.
Twenty minutes later he comes back inside WITH a dog biscuit from his secret eXternal stash. He is proud of himself (finding it in the dark) as I crack up laughing. He eats it in the bedroom then crunch crunch crunch he is back in the kitchen eating that first handful of dry dog food. First? He asks for more. I give him a second handful. He crunches through that and asks for a third. But I stop after three and let him outside when he asks for the fourth serving of something he neVer eats. I teLL him to go find another biscuit outside. But aLL he does is bark at some-thing-or-one in the darkness.
I know he had supper and this is a little early for breakfast. We wiLL caLL it brupper or supfast, either one sounds Scooby-Doo-ish.
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He is a lucky dog to get anything at that time of the day. I would hide and pretend to be asleep. that is assuming I am not asleep which I think is far more likely.
Cooper is right, everyone needs an emergency stash or as I call it Y2K goods.
Rob: I can try to hide, but he always finds me. And then I always say "Boo!!!" veRy loudly, foLLowed by, "Was Ernie playing Boo!!! With you?" - he seems to know it is a game.
fmccllc: I am saving up for Y3K. I have been hearing about some of Detroit's financial struggle of late, I am not sure how they affect you directly or indirectly.
fmcgmccllc: sorry, I accidentaLLy speLLed your name wrong! That isn't the worst thing I have done today. I was out of sppons for my coffee and stirred it with an upside down fork, and then merrily through the fork in the trash can when finished stirring. Hah! Just don't teLL my wife ...
wow, operating on liTTle sleep is throwing off my game, that should have been threw not through.
There are certain times of day I would not shout BOO, most of them involve darkness.
Perhaps Cooper ism preparing for the rapture.
Badger: Our teleBision gets left on during the night so sometimes I wake to strange babblings of elderly scary sounding people. You never know for sure eXactly how much dogs understand of our spoken language and our emotional states but it seems to be alot, and in context, too. Any animal that can switch to a game playing mode while using their growl in a fake manner with their tail stiLL in a happy wag, thats pretty cool. (Don't teLL Cooper but there were actuaLLy smart cats in my dream last night.)
I had to laugh. This was so stupid that it was funny. It was not really stunny, but it was fupid.
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