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For those of you who haven’t heard of a dog-bee stand off… it is basically when dog thinks he’s got the bee to play with. The bee thinks she’s got the dog to sting… So they basically both stare at each other, and dog thinks new friend… and pats the bee, the bee maybe stings the dog, the dog still not too sure what to think… lays and waits for the bee to make the next move, it’s been fun… and then… well, in this case, the dog patted the bee a little too hard.

Yep, I like to mess around with the bees. And apparently neither one of us was giving up – this guy and I stared for a long time. Bee lays upside down here, but was still breathing. For a while I was really rigid – maybe I was stung. But I wasn’t giving up the fight – the stand off was mine – I was going to win it.

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Here I give a quick blurb on how I’ve trained my “master” to chase me around the dining room table (yes, the table that gave me great canine teeth pleasure). Not only does she chase me around the table, she even tries to talk me through my shoe obsession. She thinks she has me trained by “command” – eh, she talks too much. I think I am the one training here. So now, since I’ve exhausted myself by running around the table I get to relax into a state of slumbering, drooling, bliss…

Tangled up

Basically we are having tangeld up emotions here. For example, the mom of the house would write this if this was her blog:
technically I don’t have to run or work out in the morning: wake up, get tackled by 3 kids, go downstairs, empty dishwasher, load dishwasher, make pancakes, let dog out, see dog vomit, clean dog vomit, break up excessive sibling fighting, hide the wii, finish brewing coffee, clean more dishes, clean another spot of dog vomit, … let dog back in… sigh… now I can eat, oh wait, seems like dog wanted my pancakes, dog back outside,… now I can eat… “Mom, I want another one” more sibling arguments… ahhhh finally eating my breakfast, drinking my coffee, phone rings… OK so I’ve saved money on not having a gym membership, but where is my sanity!

Now, if it were me, I’d say… “uh oh, tummy hurts, need to go out… OK I’m let out… too cold and really strong winds outside, I want in. I’m back in, OK where should I vomit? The couch or the floor? I chose the floor. Geesh, mom should be happy” Then yes, I do try to reach over to the center of the table for the pancakes. Sorry… they smell good. This time when I’m let back out, I shake off the slobber before I come in.

Maybe they are training me to shake my slobber off of my jowls before I re-enter the house? I don’t know, but it worked this time.

Slobercini by Mom

I know – you’ve heard it before. Dogs drool. The french mastiff drool far exceeds any boundaries. I had my lunch prepared for me from my children! It was homemade fettucini with a sauteed combination of sun-dried tomatoes with garlic – it look DEVINE! Along comes Cooter to greet me at the counter, so happy to see mom because I was at work for a few hours… Shake, shake… slobber flies towards my plate as it to be in slow motion – I cannot even predict this to happen, the strand of coagulated slobber glides ever so fast and wraps itself around my fork, as if to mimic a piece of twirled up fettuccine.

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