The Weird Habits of the Blonde Bomber Dogs

Dogs take after their owners, right? So I guess it's no surprise that my dogs are quirky. (That's the polite word for weird, right?)

For example: 

Every morning before work I shut the dogs in a section of the basement. Minutes after I leave, they bust out and roam the house, but don't do any damage. The two times I have decided that I'll just save everyone some time and leave them out, they have chewed something to pieces. So they know that if they're not supposed to be out free in the house, they have to be on their best behavior so as not to attract Owner's rage and be permanently stuck in the Dungeon. Which means we have to put on a performance every morning that I'm locking them away.

Hobbes also knows that horses and donkeys belong inside the fencing unless a human is holding them. If a horse or Hattie is outside the pasture or in the barn without a human present, he will barkbarkbark til I tell him it's okay or the offending animal goes back to where they belong.

When Finch gets excited or super-happy, she runs really fast circles with the BEST expression of glee on her face. Usually she trips at least once per circuit on these laps but she never lets that hold her back.



 Hobbes farts every time he sits down. Loudly.

Finch really wants to get in on the play action between Skitters and Julie's cat Willow, but doesn't understand that pouncing on them and boxing them down with her paw is actually painful, not playful.

Hobbes is terrified of all cats. When Julie's mellow cat Fox rubs up against him he gets an expression of panic in his eyes.

 Finch howls like a monkey when she sees something strange outside (strangers, coyotes, other dogs). This is actually helpful because Hobbes will bark at anything, so I know it's a Real Thing if Finch starts singing.

Both like to pick out the soft bits of their dog food and will only eat the rest when I refuse to refill their bowl til it's empty.

Finch likes to stand at the base of my exercise bike so that every time my foot goes around it hits her. I guess it's a form of petting?

Hobbes won't go up into the hay loft ever since he got "stuck" up there and when he tried to get out he tumbled down the stairs. (By "stuck" I mean that he could not figure out how to get back down the staircase he walked up on, and panicked when Casey tried to pick him up to bring him down. I have stairs in the house that he regularly goes up and down, so....not sure why these were so complex.)


Finch loves to just sit and STARE INTO YOUR SOUL.

Hobbes likes to lay down right behind you while you're cooking and when you accidentally step on him, yelps and gives you a look of utter sadness.


Finch unnecessarily proves her dominance over the entirely subservient Hobbes by standing stiffly over his head while he's laying down. She also tries to do this to human feet but is so obvious about it that she gets deflected every time.

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And now you know way more about my dogs than you ever wanted to!

In other news, congratulations to friends Allison and Chester on the impending arrival of a second baby!  Check out Allison's ADORABLE blog here. I miss her.

And happy birthday to Marm!