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Jon and I had to go out of town this weekend; and as per our usual arrangements Veronica stays with her Grammy. It's easier for us because when we are out of town we are visiting family and it's nice to visit without constant, "Where's Veronica? What's Veronica doing? Veronica leave the Pomeranian alone before you get your nose...oww that had to hurt. Veronica do not go back for more, the Pom means business"! And Grammy feels safer and more secure being home with Ms. V. (we have an in-law and Grammy lives with us; so when we're gone Grammy used to feel like she was trapped in a re-make of "Home Alone" until we started leaving V. with her.)
Now Grammy was never much of a dog person prior to Veronica. Don't get me wrong, we always had one growing up, but Grammy was never one to hug and kiss and dote on the dogs; and she's a super clean freak so a dog never got any any of her furniture. We got V. shortly after my dad died and I guess Grammy was at a very vulnerable point in her life; because she fell madly, passionately, psychotically in love with Veronica. Hugs her, kisses her, lets V. lick her face (even her mouth) but Veronica still never made it to the furniture. Until this fateful weekend. I called home to check on the dynamic duo. Grammy: you'll never guess where Veronica is. Me: ummm; hopefully with you G: on the couch. M: What??? G: She demanded it. M: What???? G: She demanded it. I had no choice. M: (wondering if Grammy had tripped, hit her head and was now slightly delusionsl; praying that she wasn't going to tell me Veronica spoke to her and demanded to assume her rightful place in the household) Exactly HOW did she demand this? G: Well you know, I was sitting on the couch and she came over and sort of threw herself aross the couch as much as she could while standing on her tip toes; and she looked at me with an expression that clearly said, "Couch. Now. Please". M: So what did you do? G: Well what could I do? M: I don't know! Lots of things. What DID you do. G: Well I had to boost her. She's a big girl. I almost threw my back out. (Witness the miracle of nurture trumping nature...Veronica, a dog who does agility honestly does not realize she can jump on furniture because as a puppy we always picked her up and put her on the furniture, then we boosted her, then we bought ramps so she could get on and off the couch & bed...now she literally won't jump on furniture. Or in the back seat of the car which is another story). So of course I had to ask Grammy how this new development was working out for her. Veronica she let me know was quite content. She was spread out lengthwise on the couch (on her fleece blankie of course) and Grammy let me know she was "taking deep sighs and puffing air out of her cheeks". The only fly in the ointment was that Grammy found V.to be rather long. I told her to just tell her to move and she would comply, or to give her a little jab in the rump if she was pretending to be asleep. But Grammy didn't have the heart to move her because she looked oh so comfortable; so Grammy curled up on a corner of her sofa while V. spread out length wise, all 4 legs straight out, sighing and snoring. Apparently Veronica has conquered Grammy's couch as I have been informed I am to purchase a color coordinating pet stairway so Veronica can have easy access to the couch and Grammy doesn't hurt her back. She still has not conquered the bed yet...but it looks to be only a matter of time. |
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Awww that is funny!! Zoey can jump on the couch but Anya does that same thing of throwing herself across you and you encouraging her and her just not getting it. Now when they are playing she has no problem but if she is crawling up with you laying there then you have to boost her bum. Silly animals.
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Every time I read this part.... I crack up!!!!
Grammy: you'll never guess where Veronica is. Me: ummm; hopefully with you G: on the couch. M: What??? G: She demanded it. M: What???? G: She demanded it. I had no choice. M: (wondering if Grammy had tripped, hit her head and was now slightly delusionsl; praying that she wasn't going to tell me Veronica spoke to her and demanded to assume her rightful place in the household) Exactly HOW did she demand this? G: Well you know, I was sitting on the couch and she came over and sort of threw herself aross the couch as much as she could while standing on her tip toes; and she looked at me with an expression that clearly said, "Couch. Now. Please". M: So what did you do? G: Well what could I do? M: I don't know! Lots of things. What DID you do. G: Well I had to boost her. She's a big girl. I almost threw my back out. (Witness the miracle of nurture trumping nature...Veronica, a dog who does agility honestly does not realize she can jump on furniture because as a puppy we always picked her up and put her on the furniture, then we boosted her, then we bought ramps so she could get on and off the couch & bed...now she literally won't jump on furniture. Or in the back seat of the car which is another story). So of course I had to ask Grammy how this new development was working out for her. Veronica she let me know was quite content. She was spread out lengthwise on the couch (on her fleece blankie of course) and Grammy let me know she was "taking deep sighs and puffing air out of her cheeks". The only fly in the ointment was that Grammy found V.to be rather long. I told her to just tell her to move and she would comply, or to give her a little jab in the rump if she was pretending to be asleep. But Grammy didn't have the heart to move her because she looked oh so comfortable; so Grammy curled up on a corner of her sofa while V. spread out length wise, all 4 legs straight out, sighing and snoring. |
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Well...I went to the store, bought the stairs, put the stairs together, hurt my hand in the process...and guess what?
Turns out; she doesn't actually NEED the @#$%ing stairs!! All she apparently needed was an engraved invitation! ![]() Here's a video where she makes me look like a big fat liar: [ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bc5RdTHC8WQ"]YouTube- Broadcast Yourself.[/ame] And here are some pictures of Veronica and her Grammy: ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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You guys are the biggest suckers ever. That dog plays ya'll like a violin! ![]() ![]() ![]() The true danger in having a pit bull is that they can rule the household just by being so darn cute; and you don't even realize that you've lost complete control and that the dog is manipulating you like a chess piece with a single head tilt! I'll bet she can jump onto the back seat of the car too...and do you know how many strange looks, laughs and comments I have heard from strangers while she stands there, 2 paws on the seat, looking over her shoulder and waiting for me to boost her fat a$$????? Hey Denise - you neat/clean freaks are all alike ![]() |
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Great story telling abilities, well written and certainly full of great characters. Thank you for sharing. I agree you should save these stories along with pictures and make a little book for the family if nothing else.
---------- Post added at 07:29 AM ---------- Previous post was at 07:24 AM ---------- My mom never allowed animals in the house but Bailey is allowed free roam of the house. She is also allowed to set on any piece of furniture she wants. My mom has her specific chair that if we are in it she will make us move but if Bailey is resting in it my mom will sit elsewhere. I was also wanting to suggest a fitted sheet to place on the sofa, its what I use on my moms leather sofa. It helps hold itself and is decently padded to protect against their nails. That was the point of my story, sorry I get carried away. Keep yours coming I loved the video. |
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