Fabbi is fascinated with Teddy's food, which is not a very popular development with The Prince. She doesn't want to eat it, just lick it and bat it around a little. I tried to get them closer, but this might give you a better perspective of Fabbi's size.
Teddy G. - otherwise known as Mr. C*ckblocker. T.G. has been known to sit directly between an amorous couple to make sure nothing naughty happens. It seems he has a sensor for anyone having romantic inclinations. Luckily, as these things haven't happened to me since Moses parted the Red Sea - I haven't had to suffer such a terrible distraction. I mention this because the roomie was getting a little PG-13 loving on our couch and Mr. C*ckblocker came in for the kill. He hopped on the back of the gentleman caller and waited to be included in the action. Needless to say, he got left in the den while the couple moved onto the boudoir. I could tell Teddy was a little depressed when I got home...
Someone at work told me about a dream she had about me. I shall give you the Reader's Digest version:
I called her and told her to come to work and see my new Boston Terrier puppy. She came to see him and he was really cute, but she wanted to know what had happened to Teddy. I told her that I didn't have Teddy anymore (!!! what !!!). Since she knows how much I love my dog, she asked what happened. I told her that a hawk swooped down and ate him while I was walking him at the local park.
Honestly, I laughed pretty hard. I have decided not to walk him at local parks though. No need to tempt fate.
Teddy runs around the apartment with a leash in his mouth. This is an old leash from when he was a puppy and it is pretty short - probably 5 ft. or less. I have attached the part that would attach to the collar into the handhold (basically it is a big circle). I have spent a lot of money on toys for Teddy, but this leash is probably the one thing he likes playing with the most. He grabs it in his mouth and runs around and eventually catches one of his back legs which hobbles him, but makes the game even more fun. He growls at it (even as he holds it in his mouth) and acts quite ferociously towards it. He looks ridiculous tripping around almost falling on the damn thing, but I have rarely seen him happier. So, everyone - get your dog a leash to play with.
I saw Belle of Madison's pictures of her cat and it inspired me to tell you a recent Teddy story...
It was a couple of weeks ago (the same day I got my car stuck in the mud) and Sara was watching Teddy while I was out of town. Sara was working late and she asked a couple of mutual friends to come over and take the little prince for a walk. They walked him and played with him and he was fine. By the time Sara got home (in the middle of the night) Teddy had made an unfortunate discovery. For several months there has been a tin of mints on one of the side tables in the den. I'm not sure what possessed him, but Teddy finally pulled them off the table and consumed the majority of them. Not all that funny of a story, huh? Well, did I mention that the mints were in the shape of little penises (is that how you make that word plural)? They were a left over decoration from a bachelorette party and when Sara got home there were penis mints on the floor and Teddy was acting strange. Sara called the vet and told them that the dog had eaten "some" sugar free mints and was a little off. Apparently, whatever makes them sugar free makes dogs drunk and that was why he was acting weird (and he had to pee a lot). So my dog got wasted on a bunch of penis. He's had more action than I've had in a very long time....Don't worry, I am supporting his new lifestyle choice. This is an open and loving home. Even for gay dogs.
I put Teddy in the kennel over New Years and I am not picking him up until tomorrow. So lonely. It is amazing how one little 20 pound dog makes such a difference. Oh well, I'll pick him up in the morning and then all will be right with the world. I'm pathetic...
