A day in the life of Boof
I thought I’d take you through a day in the life of Boof, because I’m sure you care.
Lo wakes her up and sometimes has to coax her out of her bed with a tiny piece of carrot. He takes her for a walk, but if it’s super cold or rainy, she sometimes turns around after a couple of houses (I can promise that she’s never done that when I walk her at night).
On the weekend though, she wakes up before Lo and paws at his side of the bed until he gets up. When he goes into the bathroom, she goes in her crate and goes back to sleep. He’s already up, so he just goes downstairs.
When we go to leave for work, she pouts on the couch and will sometimes even move away when you go to pet her or kiss her wrinkly head because she’s mad we are leaving.
For the next 8 hours, she mostly sleeps on the couch on her blanket, with a few occasions of sitting on the bench to look out at window.
When we get home after work she yawn speaks to us. She yawns and it turns into a half howl whenever we ask her a question, like what she did all day. She follows me upstairs and sits on the floor by the bed while I change into “walking clothes”. If I’m too slow or start doing something else, she gently reminds me by running up to me and howling. She gets very excited when I put on my shoes. Then she gets impatient while I bundle up with gloves, scarf, hat, and jacket. She start howling when you put the harness on her – and the she goes crazy when you grab the leash. Sometimes Lo walks her after work – especially if the weather sucks, because he’s awesome.
She lifts her leg when she pees. And she’s a girl. If people don’t clean the snow off their sidewalks, she pees on the sidewalk sometimes before I can stop her. Oops. Not my fault. Clear your damn walk. I understand people can’t clear it everyday, but if the same snow has been hanging for a week and your sidewalk is still covered, you’re kind of an ahole. Unless you’re elderly or disabled (and I haven’t seen many in our neighborhood) or out of town.
She also has to “bury” her number 1’s and 2’s, like a cat. But by I mean bury, I mean she just has to turn around and kick her back legs at it. Sometimes she even walks away and then starts kicking far away from her stuff. On rare occasions, she even kicks her poop away and then you have to go looking for it. And if she sees someone or another dog when she goes to kick, she kicks furiously and can’t stop until you distract her. I suspect our neighbors aren’t going to like her very much in the spring and summer when she’s tearing up their grass. At least she usually goes on the other side of the ‘hood. In the snow, her kicking makes a snow angel. Like this:
She also has to sniff every spot of pee that she comes across. In the snow when you can see what she’s sniffing, it’s so gross.
When we are walking her and she see a dog coming, she sneeze-screams. I can’t call it a bark. It’s a sneeze that sounds like a scream. It’s hilarious, but slightly embarrassing.
When she gets in the house, she sits for us to take off her harness and then immediately sprints to her food bowl, which is never full yet. Once you put her food down and tell her she can eat, she eats like a pig. She hogs her food down and she snorts while she’s doing it. Sometimes she’ll turn to see what you’re doing right after she takes a mouthful, and the food falls out of her mouth. If you put something extra in her food (like a spoon of pumpkin, a tiny piece of chicken), she hogs it down even more, and goes back to her bowl several times for the next hour to lick her bowl again. Once when we gave her chicken and rice when she had a bad tank, she licked the bowl for an extra 20 minutes (I was watching the clock) and then she pried her bowl out of the holder and carried it into the living room to lick it more. I filmed way too long of a portion of this behavior, but it was hilarious. I call her a pig-hog when she’s eating. My mom used to call us that sometimes when we were teenagers and we farted (or ate something she wanted). I assume that a pig-hog is worse than a pig or a hog.
She’ll play for a little while after she eats, but mostly she wants us to sit down and watch tv so she can go back to sleep. When it’s time for bed, Lo has to try to coax her outside again. She expects a treat, but we are trying to go without bribing her for everything. When she comes back in she jumps right back on the coach and lays down, since I’m still usually on my laptop. Lo locks up, gets our water, and goes upstairs. She won’t go up until I’m ready to go about 10 minutes later (I’m constantly fighting bedtime). She runs right into her bed, which is in her crate (we don’t shut the door).
Some of her unique characteristics:
She twitches in her sleep a lot. She also snores, but not constantly, so its not bad. And she often sleeps with her eyes open, which is creepy. So her eyes are open, she’s snoring, and her legs are twitching .
She’s not very ladylike – she’ll expose her belly to anyone for a bellyrub. I call her a bellyrub whore. She’s not very ladylike – probably why everyone always calls her “he”.
She’s so cute when she’s all scrunched up and sleeping – I call her Baby Pie then and Lo swears that’s not a thing.
We catch her licking the couch, a blanket, or the carpet even when we are positive there is nothing that she could possibly be licking up.
Other nicknames include BoofyPoo, Boofy McGee, BoofyPants, and anything else that comes out of my mouth once and probably never again (strechypants, sleepypoo, Boofy Mcpoo, Jerk face (when she has to try to sniff every inch of ground when we are supposed to be walking and I’m freezing).
All in all, she’s pretty freaking amazing. Seriously – we say this like 3 times a week. How could 2 different people have abandoned her?!! It just doesn’t make sense because she is SO good. Her worst offenses are eating food if we leave it on the edge of the counter and leave her alone (which is totally our fault), or her being stubborn on her walks sometimes. I’m glad she didn’t end up staying with either jerkface who gave her up, because then she ended up with us finally.
If you are going to adopt, PLEASE consider adopting a homeless dog – just because they are homeless, doesn’t mean they are damaged – more often than not, the people who were in their lives just sucked.