Thursday, July 7, 2011
My dog pack
So, yesterday, I let the dogs out while I was exercising. I finished up and was about to go take a shower. I closed the door to the yard, and made sure I closed the bedroom door, because Argo, when left to his own devices in the bedroom will strip the blankets off the bed (I don't know why). I double checked to make sure Stella wasn't in the bedroom, because I've accidentally closed her in there before, and she gets upset about it.
I was just about to turn the water on in the shower when I heard the hollow heaving sound of Argo starting to puke. I raced to the door and opened it, only to find that Stella had accidentally been locked outside. Argo didn't really have to puke. He was perfectly fine the second I opened the door. He was just trying to get my attention so I'd let Stella back in. A 105lb dog starting to heave will always, always get my attention, and Argo uses this to his advantage.
They couldn't have been apart for more than five minutes, but oh, the celebration they had when they were reunited - prancing around, nibbling and sniffing each other like Stella had just come back from a long, long journey.
I absolutely, completely and totally love the way my dogs love each other. It's a beautiful thing to watch their friendship.