Let’s talk about my wiener

Against all odds, I have managed to ease off the full-fledged Calvin posts for a little while now. I felt like I was overdoing it a bit since after the social media meet-up, I was known as the dog-blogger, something I never intended to be (I hate being predictable). Plus, I had a lot of other exciting (to me) things going on to talk about like contracts (got two new ones today!) and house shopping (going out with our Realtor for the first time this evening!). Enough parentheses and self-linkage for you? Me too.

So for all the loyal Calvin fans, here’s the update you’ve been waiting for:

-On April 21, 2008 he graduated obedience class on a very high note – namely the only dog to actually do the things asked of him that day. Probably because he finds people boring and refuses to be distracted by their foolish antics while he’s busy laying down, sitting, heeling, etc.

-He continues to try to be the Alpha dog of my parents’ house by exerting his reign of terror over my Dad and brother. My new approach is for them to corner him when he barks at them. I figure he might be interpreting them as backing off when they just go about their lives. Mild progress has been made…at least in depleting my decreasing levels of patience.

-Calvin is officially every dogs best friend and insists on playing with canines everywhere. He still doesn’t realize that he is smaller than most cats so I’d appreciate if you’d all keep that under your hats.

-His tummy has good days and bad days. He’s filling out nicely though with some muscleage from our runs (me too!) which is great. He’ll always have a puppy face and small stature but he’s looking more sure of himself and healthy.

-He has taken to attacking my face with aggressive kisses should I leave him alone for more than 10 minutes in his crate, the car, or elsewhere (Zellers? The dump? The pound? Hooters?). This, of course, is in addition to seeing how much of his face he can fit in my mouth when I yawn first thing in the morning.

-His most identifiable moods/feelings/positions-on-life are: “MINE.” “BUSY.” and “IHATEYOUIHATEYOUIHATEYOUIHATEYOU.”

More and more I keep getting a little stunned when I just sit and watch him do his own thing. The ways he cocks his head, sniffs the air, or just the pitter patter of his little toes on the floor. Parents must feel like this in a big way. It’s not that I forget that he’s a living thing but the more you really, truly think about it, the more overwhelming it is. In a good way. I think.