A job to do...

Lots of dogs have jobs to do.  Some herd sheep, some sniff out drugs, some are guard dogs, some are therapy dogs.  Rosie, she unties shoes.  Well, she unties Jerry's shoes.  She is pretty good at it too.  Without fail, when Jerry sits down in his recliner, Rosie unties his shoes.  Doesn't matter if it is work shoes, tennis shoes, or church shoes, she unties them.  It doesn't matter if it is in the morning right after he puts them on or in the evening when he gets home from work, she will untie them. It is her job.

I told Jerry, the real trick will be teaching her to tie them back. I don't think that is part of the job description though.

I love my Rosie, even if she can't tie shoes:)

The sweetest thing!

Rosie has been the sweetest thing this week.  Jerry and I took a couple of days off and worked in the yard.  Jerry concocted a special way to keep her safe outside when we are not holding on to her leash.  He hammers a crowbar in the ground with a sledgehammer and we hook her retractable leash over the hooked part.  I know you can by the things to screw in the ground to hook the leash to, but Jerry prefers the crowbar/sledgehammer method.  Anyway, when we were outside working, she felt like she was part of the action.  When we stopped for a cool drink, so did she.  She didn't even seem to mind the noisy leaf blower or lawn mower. She loved barking at the neighbors that were out for a stroll. When we came in, hot and exhausted, she came in hot and exhausted. We all took a nap.  On Thursday, she went to work with me all day and Friday half a day and she was so good.  She even slept in one of the chairs for awhile.

It amazes me how she has just fit in to our family so perfectly, like she has always been here.  We just love her to pieces.  She still goes crazy when company comes over but calms down sooner than she use to.  She still likes to mess with Jack, the cat, but not quite as much since Jack swiped her one time. She even likes riding in the car now, as a matter of fact she even expects to ride.  I knew I would like to have a dog, I just had to convince Jerry and it has soooo worked out.  She is so sweet.

I love my Rosie, even when she's not so sweet.

Rosie and the Bear

My sister, Dana, invited us to lunch last Sunday.  My big brother, Mike, was here from Michigan and we all got together before he had to leave.  The kids got to go fishing in the pond.  Uncle Roger had made stick fishing poles with bobbers and they all caught fish.  It was a fun day.

Rosie came with us and she and her cousin, Milo, got to play together and go down to the pond with us.  Dana had recently bought a bear statue for her yard and has it near the pond. We wanted to see what Rosie's reaction would be so we took her to see the bear.  We thought she would be scared since she is usually such a scaredy cat.

She didn't see the bear at first and when she did, she was not really scared at all, just intrigued. She didn't even bark at the bear.

She didn't try to play with it like she would another pet or one of her toys.  I guess it was too big for her to get too close.

Who knows, maybe she had a little respect for the bear and decided to be nice and not jump up and down in his face.  Just in case he was real and he did have those big sharp teeth.

I wonder what she really thought.

I love my Rosie, bear lover or not.

Chocolate and Rosie = Mayhem!

I know, I know, dogs are not suppose to have chocolate.  Well, I didn't give her chocolate. On Tuesday, I came home from lunch and decided to take Rosie back with be.  She was fine, maybe a little excited. Typically she is pretty good at the office and stays within the boundaries I set up for her without much complaining. But this day, she was not very cooperative.  She whined at the door.  She jumped over the box that I had set up as a block. She would run down the hall to Kin's office. Kin told me to let her run around a little and she would probably settle down. No...she went in to one of her running fits, up and down the halls. She would follow the guys out back to the warehouse and would refuse to come back in.  I would have to go out there and get her. She was, as the Allstate car insurance commercial says, MAYHEM. I told Rosie she wouldn't be able to come back to work with me and act like that.  She was way too distracting. Finally, it was time to go home and usually she will pass out on the back of the couch from exhaustion when we get there. Not that day. She would bark at us. We would take her out and she would run.  She actually was a little aggressive when we played with her toys.  Just very much unlike Rosie.  I told Jerry something was wrong, that she just was not acting like herself.  Then Jerry remembered finding a chocolate foil wrapper on the floor before he left for work that morning.  Occasionally, I buy Jerry this chocolate with hot peppers.  They are quite good.  Anyway, he had eaten half of one and I got the other half and ate half of it.  I put the rest on my computer desk, which until that time had been a safe place to keep 'The Nose' out of. Apparently, 'The Nose' sniffed her way on to my chair and on to my desk and helped herself to the chocolate.  I figured if she ate chocolate that morning and it was 7:00 at night, there was nothing that we could do about it then.  When we put her in bed, she sat there, but didn't bark.  The next morning she seemed fine, a little tired maybe. Thank goodness.

Well, it is Thursday evening and thus far she hasn't repeated her bad behavior so, I guess we will assume it was the chocolate that created our little monster.  I plan to take her to work Friday afternoon and see how it goes.  I hope she can redeem herself there as well.

I love my Rosie, 'The Nose', even when she creates mayhem.

Driving Miss Rosie

Rosie has finally decide she likes to ride.  I credit this partly to my friend, Fay.  You may remember that Fay kept Rosie for us when we went on vacation in June.  She took Rosie here and there and everywhere and, I guess, broke her of her fear of riding.  Thanks Fay.  The other credit goes to my boss, Kin.  He lets me bring Rosie to work with me, so she gets to come from time to time. She loves going to my office. So lately, when I go home at lunch and let her out and she finishes her business, she trots right to my car door.  She just assumes she is going with me. Of course, sometimes I just can't resist.  She is just so darn cute.

Her usual driving, ummm....riding, position is behind my head, laying across my shoulders, facing the center of the car.  You would think she would want to look out the side window, but I guess she likes looking out of the front windshield best.  She will lay her head on my shoulder, sometimes snuggling my neck and giving me a kiss.  She is perfectly comfortable and content back there and it really is much better and safer than her sitting on my lap in the car.  I like it much better.

So, I guess she will be my willing passenger from now on.  She doesn't always get to go with us in the car but when she does, she enjoys the ride.

I love my Miss Rosie, even in my car.