This is my grand dog PeeDee.
(I know! He’s adorable, right?!?)
Say hello to the nice people, PeeDee. Good dog!
(And if you live in NC, you’ll probably know now that my oldest daughter is a graduate of East Carolina University where PeeDee the Pirate is the mascot. Arggg!)
PeeDee is staying with Gramma Kat this weekend while mom goes to meet her boyfriend’s parents this weekend (and that is just a whole ‘nother thought process I won’t go in to!)
He’s only gotten out of my fence twice. Well, I guess that would be he’s only gotten over my fence twice…a woman with miniature dachsunds only needs a three-foot fence…and that just don’t do it for the Peedster.
The good news is I only had to chase him three houses down the first time and the second time my other daughter Kelly was just leaving and he thought he was going. (“Come on PeeDee, into the car!” Thank you, Kelly!!!) So now I get to go out with him every time he has to pee. Oh joy!
But Gramma Kat found out this morning that keeping the granddog and keeping the granddaughter over night are two very different things.
For one thing, PeeDee gets up at the butt-crack of dawn…ugg! Now that Mikayla’s not a baby, she sleeps till 7:30 or 8:00 AM…which (now) seems like middle of the afternoon!
For another, Mikayla eats pancakes for breakfast (and I don’t mean sometimes. I mean every time she stays over she has 1-1/2 pancakes…the first with blueberry jelly and powdered sugar (hey! they’re organic!) and the second with only powdered sugar).
PeeDee ate furniture for breakfast this morning.
Tell the nice people you're alive and well, PeeDee. Good dog!
(Okay, so he ripped the trim off of a really wonderful piece I picked up when the girls were little that I’ve moved from house to house that I really love. Okay, yes, I got it at the flea market and it cost $40).
The good news is that when you put the piece back on, you can’t even tell it was ever ripped off.
The bad news is I have to wait until Kristen comes to pick up Bad Dog before I can put it back on because he won’t leave it alone. (And, no, I don’t really call him Bad Dog ever.)
For the third thing (I don’t think that’s the way to say it, but I’m starting a new rule), Mikayla runs and jumps on the furniture and drags all her toys out and rearranges my house and leaves torn up pieces of paper from craft projects everywhere.
PeeDee drug out all his toys and Mikayla’s toys (Raggedy Ann lost her bloomers and will never be the same), his papers aren’t from craft projects they’re from the office trashcan, and he does rearrange my house by jumping on the furniture but it’s more of a body slam thing. (I don’t have carpet so when he goes cartwheeling through the house chasing his tug toy, he tends to send the furniture pretty much into the next county.)
But he’s a really good dog. He’s got so much personality, a ton of energy (don’t get me started!), an adorable “but gramma!” face when he doesn’t get his way and he’s so eager to please.
If only he didn’t weigh half as much as I do!
I’m doing a bruise count now….41, 42, 43….56, 57…
PeeDee sounds like a pretty precious granddoggy — but it’s a good thing he doesn’t visit Gramma Kat as often as Mikayla does! What a whirlwind of a visit; Good luck getting through the rest of it!
(He *is* a very handsome dog!)
Aw, my dog is a mongrel! Tell PeeDee that Mommy told him to be GOOD and that running away and eating furniture do NOT constitute good!
Sigh..
LOL! He is a mongrel!
But he’s adorable so all is forgiven. It told him to be good, Kristen, but he just cocked his head and looked at me.
He’s really been good for the lack of exercise he’s been getting …of course, then I look around and he’s eating a plant. PeeDee, no!
We’re having a good time but he’s gonna be real glad to run and jump and play with mommy when she gets back!
What an adventure. Sounds like he’s more work than oh, maybe 7 grandkids.
No. He is DEFINITELY not more work than, say, seven grandkids! You have your work cut out for you!