Someone Call the ASPCA!

This is a doggie.  This is a SAD doggie.  This is a doggie who WANTS something she didn’t GET the MOMENT she ASKED for it.

Someone should call the ASPCA.  Or at least feel SORRY for the sad, sad doggie.

See, in the morning there’s nothing Shiloh (our 4-year old German shepherd) likes better than to go outside on her cable, lay in the sun, watch the neighbors and hope against hope that a cat or a rabbit or a squirrel walks by so she can scream and scream and scream at it (she doesn’t bark when she’s excited.  Barking is for “ALARM!  ALARM!” purposes.  Excitement is vocalized by screaming.  It’s delightful).  Well, this morning, Shiloh got her wish and sat outside on her cable for about 10 minutes.  Then we heard the universal sound of a dog who wants to come back inside.

“BARK!”

She was standing on the porch facing the door.  And no wonder!  It was in the low 30s out there.  CHILLY for a short-haired doggie.

So, Gail let her back in.

Five minutes later…

FIVE minutes later…

FIVE FREAKIN’ MINUTES LATER…

I’m sitting here at the computer and I feel German shepherd face on my right arm.  I look and see the plaintive brown eyes, brimming with what look like doggie tears.  The doggie has warmed up and wants to go BACK OUTSIDE.

Gail and I both told her that she wasn’t going ANYWHERE.  I told her to LAY DOWN!

She laid down on her pad right next to my desk and began to complain.

Seriously.

Wanna see a video of Shiloh complaining?

Check the video at the top of the page.

It’s really, really enjoyable.

So, I went and took a shower.  When I was done, Shiloh was back outside.  A few minutes ago, I heard it again.

“BARK!”

As soon as I hear a “b….b…b…b…BARK! (cough!)”

That’s when I’ll let her in.