Sunday, March 23, 2008

Buckley Boy's Puppy School Graduation




HE DID IT! BELIEVE IT OR NOT HE DID IT! OH YEAH AND BUCKLEY ALSO GRADUATED.

For the past eight weeks Buckley and Cookie Monster have been going to training classes. Despite not liking his teacher at the first and almost getting eaten by Muggles the German Shepard, Buckley did a wonderful routine and by the end he was thanking his teacher Dawn. Buckley did so well that he actually got his own pet - Charlie the beta fish.


Wednesday, March 19, 2008

In South Salt Lake; you have got to cover up!



It has never been any big thing for Buckley to wake up in the middle of the night, or earlier than Nersey and I might like, and want to go out and potty. He, for the most part is a good dog that tells us, when we are at our house, when he is ready to go out. This morning was oddly different. At about 5:45 Buckley jumped out of bed raced to the door stuck his head past the curtains and started barking. I not having gotten much sleep I was pretty mad to be awakened by this startling sound. I thought to myself, "he had either really got to go or a stray cat had better be wearing cougar blue." Jenny by this point is out of bed and trying to figure out what is going on and hush the dog. I, on the other hand was content to just put him outside and let him wake up someone else. This tradition of putting Buckley on his chain is common and the chain extends pretty much all the way to our door. Furthermore, for comfortable sleeping I often don't wear pajama bottoms and a t-shirt to bed, I like to, for lack a of a better way to phrase this "G-it-up". As I went to reach for the chain I noticed several beams of light flickering in our back yard, frantically scanning every inch of the "love shack's" property. I was still in my sleep apnea mask and quickly removed it to be able to communicate with this precieved intruder. Before I could even finish saying "hello...", I was cut off with "Sir, please go back inside". (hence the picture of the officer). The South Salt Lake police department was invading. Buckley and I, of course, did what we were told. Later at work, I placed a call to the Police Department to inquire about the hubub. Apparently, there had been a traffic violation, wherein the perputrator fled from his vehicle and was running between the houses. Simple moral of the story is; In South Salt Lake you have got to cover up.