My parents came up to Nashville tonight to go to a special Easter service at Boog’s church. Traci and I skipped the service but met up with my fam afterwards at Friday’s in Opry Mills.
We piled into Boog’s car after we were done eating. I wanted to get a picture of the family, but we all agreed it was too cold to stand outside for a picture. So, after 3 tries, we managed to get the cozy shot you see here.
I’d like to give an update on Bo (the dog) because we reached a delicate point in our relationship today.
Traci and I did our yard work this afternoon. After getting everything done, I came in and sat down on the couch for a snack of Oreos (which I wanted to try dipped in chocolate milk instead of white milk). In case you missed what I said on Thursday, it’s difficult to eat anything on the couch because Bo has no problem bounding into your lap and devouring what you had intended to devour yourself. Because of this, I was forced to sit on the edge of the couch while eating my Oreos, which was totally destroying the experience.
I reached a point where I had eaten 2 Oreos of my intended 3 and was wanting to get more comfortable so I could at least finish off the trifecta in style. I had fended off Bo a couple of times already and was confident that I could continue to do so while reclined further back on the couch. The problem was that Traci’s sweater and blanket were curled up behind me, so I had to move them with one hand while I held my last Oreo in the other so that I could sit back in a comfortable manner.
Well, this just wasn’t working out, so I had to set the Oreo on my leg while my right hand assisted my left hand in effectively moving these obstacles. Once I had everything set so, I grabbed my Oreo right at the time that Bo was jumping onto my lap.
I let out an exasperated sigh, firmly said “No!” and pushed Bo. I expected him to turn his body and jump back onto the floor like he’d done every other time before when I pushed him.
This time, however, he didn’t turn his body. He kept it facing me while I continued to push. Soon he got to the point where he was falling backwards due to the unforgiving law of gravity. His large, clumsy frame first hit the coffee table, and then hit the floor with a loud thud. Zeppelin happened to be under him at this time and thought that he was being attacked, so as Bo scrambled to get to his feet, Zeppelin barked and snapped at him.
Traci scolded me for being pushy with the dog, but she didn’t have to. I felt horrible. I tried to finish my last Oreo, but it was no use. My Oreo experience was ruined and I felt bad for what I’d done.
I walked over to Bo who was now on the other side of the couch. He acted fine as if nothing had happened. He was excited that I was there and licked me, and when I went and sat back down he came right back over to lay on me.
Thankfully Bo wasn’t hurt. But, I was. Previously I had had no emotion for the dog. But now I did.
He and Zeppelin ran and played all day. When we got home from Opry Mills, Traci went to sleep and I stayed up for awhile, watching the dogs play-fight for awhile.
I went to bed a little later, troubled because Traci and I had already decided that we were going to take Bo back to Dusty tomorrow.