Life with Sunny the last month has been anything but boring. How is it a dog can continually find things that will amuse us yet want us to break their little doggy necks? I guess with a Bully anything is possible. My husband and I decided last night that it is time to wean Sunny off his tennis balls. We talk about it like it's some sort of a street drug but really for Sunny it
is. He has become so totally obsessed with them that he NEVER thinks about anything else anymore. He may stop thinking about them for about 30 seconds while he woofs down his food, but then he even drops them right next to his bowl and when he is done he is off again. He has gotten a little psychotic about it and it needs to end. Now, when you take them away he whines and barks until he gets them again or he imagines they are under something and will just stick his nose under the couch and bark and the ball isn’t even there.
The phantom ball . . . that one really gets to me. It’s actually become annoying. Despite the fact that he has ruined our carpets with this ball play and our baseboards are constantly dirty, it just gets really stupid after awhile. So, they are going to be gone for a while at least till he gets half of that peanut of a brain back. I mean he doesn’t even notice we exist anymore. So, the hubby finally got out fence up in the backyard and well it looks awesome. I have to brag on him because it was really hard work. Sunny could care less about this. That shows you he is a Bully. He will go out in the morning and lay in the grass for all of five minutes and then he will come back inside via the broken screen door. That leads me to another story. We were having a family day one Saturday and my husbands’ parents came over for a cookout. Sunny was outside and he kept laying in the grass. He knows he is not allowed to do so because of his grass allergy. So, the hub runs up to Sunny and he takes off like a wild rabid goat hurling his little Bully butt through the air. Actually he looked like a bucking bull when they have a cowboy in the saddle. Then, he runs up on the porch and right through the screen door . . . almost. He didn’t actually make it inside; his head hit the screen and stopped him but not before it ripped apart at the bottom. It was funny and we laughed, but in reality it was only funny for that first few seconds because now Sunny thinks it is the magic doggy door. I don’t know if we should even replace it because now he knows it is destructible.
Sunny has lost his couch privileges permanently. He tried to pee on our new Pottery Barn sofa the other day. I got one of those awesome ones that is fully slip covered so I can wash it anytime I want but it was very expensive and Sunny tried to pee on it the second week we had it. So, no more Sunny sleeping on the couch. I don’t know why he does that. It really kills me because he never pees on the carpet but will on the furniture.
Gwyn is five months old this Saturday. She is getting so big. This last month she has really started noticing Sunny and wants to pull his fur and poke him in the eyes. Good thing Sunny could care less. He just loves the attention, but he is still very rough and I wouldn’t trust him for a second alone with her. I am not stupid as everyone in my family seems to believe and I know not to leave a 65lb brick of a dog alone with my 5-month-old infant. As much as I love Sunny and in my heart I know he would never hurt little Gwyn . . . I would never risk it either. When she gets a little bigger I am sure they will play, but right now she can’t really express herself so Sunny doesn’t know if he hurts her or not.
Gotta go Sunny is barking at the phantom ball again. It’s going to be a long weekend!
