As I have said before, my dogs are crazy. Here is a little update on their shenanigans over the last week or so.
Last week we brought Cooper and Derby's kennel down to Pratt to our hotel room. After being in the kennel (the one I thought they could not get out of because it has been reinforced several times) for only a short time, Cooper managed to pull the door in and let themselves out. He then let himself out of the hotel room and was roaming the halls once again. He did, however, forget to let his friend, Derby, out of the hotel room. So Derby was barking as loud as he could because he got left behind. How we have not gotten kicked out of the hotel I do not know.
In Cooper's great escape from his kennel he managed to poke a hole in his fur with a wire that was sticking out of the door. His fur now looks like Swiss cheese because two weeks ago he tried to chase Derby through some barbed wire and cut himself up. He now has four patches of missing fur.
Last weekend, while I was enjoying some time in Manhattan with Laura, my husband, Will, took the dogs to his parents house while he went hunting. Derby decided that while Will and his parents were eating dinner he would eat one of Will's niece's shoes. And as an added bonus, on Monday when I was just about to walk out the door for work, Derby threw up a bunch black rubber pieces. I am guessing they came from the shoe. Just what I wanted to clean up before I left for work.
If you haven't heard, it is hunting season in Kansas. The hotel we stay at has been infiltrated with hunters. To keep the hunters from cleaning the birds they shoot in their rooms the hotel has set up a bird cleaning station (a picnic table and a hose) behind the hotel where we take the dogs to use the restroom. When I got home last night to take the dogs out one of the hunters told me to watch out because there were a bunch of quail and pheasant pieces by the cleaning station. So I had to run around like a crazy person to keep Derby and Cooper from eating anything by the cleaning station. I really don't want to know what constitutes bird pieces.
I promise we are good dog parents, our dogs are just an extra kind of crazy.
Welcome to my life on the road.