I have my OWN Rss Feed!
July 21st, 2008I have one for the blog here (it’s to the right under "Meta" but here’s the direct link: http://www.studioincognitodesigns.com/blog/?feed=rss2) but I also have one for my own Designer forum at Plain Digital Wrapper! If you’re interested in subscribing to that - just click this link SUBSCRIBE TO MY PDW FORUM and voila! you are assured of hearing about all of the news related to me!
Now I have to tell you how ingeniously eeevil my dog is. Minnie is an almost 15 year old Border Collie Lab mix, that has been our faithful and loving companion almost as long as we’ve owned our home. With very few exceptions she’s been a well behaved puppy (still call her that), that people love (and she loves back).
This evening a neighbor came by with her two little girls to visit, talking about our dogs, and I couldn’t help but brag how good Minnie is. She doesn’t take food that’s not hers, she doesn’t have accidents (except when we have a thunderstorm, and lately she’s decided to have them in the shower - I kid you not. That’s an entirely different post on it’s own!), etc.
I noticed she was getting a little antsy around the girls (one of them can be a little bit rough, and she just doesn’t like it I think), so we went in. I gave her a dog cookie, and when she got up, there was a little puddle forming under her butt. She’s had accidents before where she really didn’t know she was doing it (you can tell by her body language; she almost seem surprised). This wasn’t that kind of reaction. She kind of looked over her shoulder and walked away. Definitely a message to me for making her be outside with the girls lol.
I fire up the Bissel Little Green Machine we have and clean the spot, all the while talking to my sister on the phone. As I’m putting the machine away it hits me; When the doorbell rang I’d left a couple of pieces of hard hot Italian sausage and Swiss cheese on the coffee table. No biggie, Minnie won’t touch it, she knows its mine. Still I start calling up the stairs to the den and telling her that she’d better be far away from the food. My sister is giggling madly by this time…
I get to the top of the stairs and can just barely see over the railing and you guessed it - the dog had her face BURIED in the paper towel I’d had the sausage and cheese in! I was laughing so hard by this time that I couldn’t even yell at her (not that she’d care - she was pretty brazen about the whole deal).
So I figure she peed in the mud room (wash room) on purpose knowing I’d be cleaning it up, so she could make a bee line to the den to eat the goodies on the table.
That’ll show me for making her play with the neighborhood kids AND bragging about me
Oh, did I ever tell you that her full name is "Minnie the Moocher"??



