Gonna be bad, best to make it good.

Arriving home on a sunny Saturday afternoon, we step out into the backyard to greet the family. After the usual greetings, I start fiddling with the hose, as Shawn walks across the yard. 

"Did you get these guys a big giant rawhide bone?" Shawn asked.

"No, why?" I replied.

"Because there's one here in the yard," he says.

I join him in the center of the yard to find this: 

A filthy, dirty rawhide that looks like it had been buried in the ground since Christmas.

My first thought was that my dogs have been barking at the neighbors while we were away, and they threw a distraction over the fence. But we are both pretty sure that if we are not in the yard, the dogs do not feel there is anyone to impress, therefore remaining silent until we get home.

Then I noticed the fresh dirt....and the giant hole dug under the fence. (Now filled in with rocks big enough that a 65lb dog cannot move.)

Mr. Party dug his way to freedom for a warm sunny afternoon, but he WAS back in the yard by time we got home, because he KNOWS that if he is not "caught in the act" then he is not a bad dog.

During the act of freedom he found the bone, there are a lot of dogs in my neighborhood, so I'm not sure how far Mr. Party roamed today. But he was successful on his hunt.

Later that night, as The Nanny ran into the house after her bathroom break before bed, we didn't notice that she had snuck that big stinky bone into the house with her. It was shortly after Shawn smelled it. It was immediately disposed of, but now we have to wonder. Did the Nanny smell the bone from a distance and send her fun-loving brother that will do ANYTHING to make everyone happy, on a hunt for the bone. Which one is really the naughty dog?

Big Little Brother

There are some actions that makes a person stop, look, and gain an overwhelming sense of comfort. A recent visit to the veterinarians office assured me how loyal Mr. Party is to his family.

Due to life in general, in 2 years Mr. Party and the Nanny had always had separate veterinary appointments. But this year, it worked out to where we were able to take both of them in at the same time. The vet doesn't phase Mr. Party at all, he's just happy to meet new people and he likes that the doctor gives him attention.

The Nanny is a different story. She is one of those dogs that you see being drug across the floor because she does NOT want the attention from the doctor.

Once we coax the Nanny into the examination room, we talk to her and pet her to try to convince her that she is safe. Mr Party continues to wag his tail and dish out kisses, not only to his humans, but he kept giving the Nanny a couple licks on her muzzle.

This action is out of the ordinary for Mr. Party, he constantly kisses his humans, but rarely kisses his furry siblings.

The doctor entered the room and Mr. Party was very excited to have a new human to praise him. After he had his little exam the doctor turned her attention to the Nanny. The Nanny has been to the doctor much more often than Mr. Party and lowered her head in an Eeyore fashion "not you again" is what she seemed to be thinking.

At this moment, Mr. Party rushed to the Nanny's side and stepped in between her and the doctor. He gave the Nanny comforting kisses on the muzzle and inquisitively looked at the doctor as if to say "why are you making my sister uncomfortable?"

It was comforting to see Mr. Party  be so brave and protective of his older sister, as a dog will return the love and affection given to him in loyalty and devotion.