The Dog

My brother affectionately refers to his son as "The Boy" and I have, I must admit, refered to the youngest (see 'the' youngest not 'my' youngest) as "The Boy" which makes no sense as I have 2 sons. However, Babbi is always "The Dog".

I don't think this actuallys started on purpose. He wasn't naughty and referred to as "The Dog", it's just something that stuck. Anyway, Babbi goes by many names at my place and he seems to wag his tail to all of them: Babbi, Babs, Peanut, Mr. TheNut, Baconator, and "The Dog."

Besides the bleating I never thought the sheep that were in the field behind us would ever be a problem. The dog barked at them at first, but soon either left them alone or chased them to the other end of the field. Sadly it didn't stay that way. The first time he surprised us was an early March day. The yucky weather had broken and Travis was up from St. George for a visit. We were working in the yard when up struts The Dog. At first I thought he was muddy but then I got a whif of him. WOW I didn't know he could smell sooooooo bad. And green! My dog was green. I had no idea what to do so Travis, in his out-of-the-box thinking fills up the wheelbarrow (mind you it's EARLY March) and flops the dog in and scrubs him down with dish soap. Had I not been so appalled by the smell I probably woulda defended Babs but that just wasn't gonna happen, PLUS I had just scrubbed the tub.

Well, it's been a few years now and quite a few green bath moments. (This is why Chrys got the bathing chore.) I have tried to make it so he couldn't get into the field but for every gap I covered he'd find another one. LOL What a nut dog. (another name)

Since the move he's been this little bashful pup. Always under my feet, always waiting by the door for me to get back. He even whined this morning while I was bringing in groceries. You'd think he'd know I'm his mum and I'll be there. NOPE!!

Sat night I made him a bed on the floor RIGHT NEXT TO MINE and everytime he hopped onto my bed I'd make him get down. So, 3 AM I roll over and find this lump next to me. Sure enough he's back up on my bed. When I went to move him he growled at me...growled...at me. Jerk dog.

Then today, while on my way to work, I get a call that he took off as soon as the door was opened and was LOST. He's home safe but I think he has a new name now.

THE DAMN DOG.