The Con

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I still have to laugh at Gloria's con game when Fred is in the big chair and she wants it. They just remind me of kids, there's a whole empty couch there but she wants the chair because he's in it.

First she starts barking and running to the door like somebody's here.

You'll notice Fred looking at the door.  I love that my antique basset statue on the floor, at the bottom left of the chair, and Fred have the same pose in this picture.

Then she jumps and rolls and goes into full play mode.
Sorry, my action shots a little blurry.  That's how crazy she gets!

Aaaaannnnnd........

 ....snap!!!  He falls for it every time!

Fred will never learn!

Weekend Fun

We had a great weekend.  Yesterday we woke up to snow!!

So I told Fred and Gloria to get out and enjoy it while they could.  'Cause by Wednesday it will be rain. :(

After trying to eat all the snow, AGAIN. 

Fred finally enticed Gloria to play.

Then, when Fred started getting a little too rough (typical boy) and Gloria had enough........


"OUCH!"  "I'm telling!"



........ she headed downstairs to watch the Seahawks WIN (what up with dat!) with her Dad.

Okay, maybe she slept through it.  It's the thought that counts.

Then Fred came down to watch the Lions win with me.

Okay, he pretty much chewed his bone through the whole game.  But once it came down to the wire that last couple of minutes of the game and tensions were high........

....he kicked me out of my chair.

I didn't care.  The Lions won and I know it's because I remembered to hang my Lions' flag in the window at halftime!!

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The Big Brown Comfy Chair

There's been a shift in the Gilbert household. 

Gloria learned how to get into the big brown comfy chair.

Shortly after she retired here to her forever home from Autumn Blaze Bassets,  Freddie and her fell into a routine.  It took a bit but Fred taught her how to jump up onto our bed.  Once she was up there the first time she had this look of amazement on her face like "this is awesome! They really let you sleep here Freddie?"  Now it's just a given. 
Again, NEED A KING SIZE BED!  Okay, I'll let that one go and move on.
Then there's the living room furniture Fred has always called his own, i.e. couch and chair, not the table, that would just be silly. Well, and too uncomfortable for the hounds. So, Fred has always had his comfy chair and the couch when he feels the need.  These have been HIS spots since we brought him home when he was a baby (awwwwe, sniff, sniff).  Gloria has been with us since April 1st of this year and being five years old and a kennel dog was quite happy laying on her cosy bed on the living room floor.  Then, last Thursday, for whatever reason, she went to lay down,  took one look at the comfy chair and said "Screw it!"  She barreled past Fred and tried climbing in.
Oh, it wasn't pretty, watching as she struggled around the stool to get up there, then finally realized climbing on the stool first, worked.  But she just didn't know what to do or how to lay when she got there!

So, she just kinda laid hanging half out of the chair.  I probably would have had more pictures, but I was too busy laughing my butt off!  I tried too look away 'cause I knew she was embarrassed, but it was hard not to watch and snicker. 
Then it started. 
The fighting over the chair.
Every time Fred got out of the chair.

Gloria got in the chair.

Now, when they come in from outside,  it's a race for the big comfy chair.  And of course, Gloria always wins out, (She is a little heftier) now that she has learned to run and jump into it.
Then Freddie has his little fit........

"I want the chair!" "Whaaaaaaaaaa!!"

Then he gets on the couch.

"Rats!"  "Foiled again!"
 
So, my days now go something like this........
 

 
"Momma, Gloria's in my chair."
 

 
"Momma, Freddie's in my chair."
 
Then of course Fred has to get all dramatic.
 

 
"MOMMA!!"  "THAT B*#CH  IS IN MY CHAIR AGAIN!!"
 
Then the standoff.
 

 
Fred....... "I'm not moving, you move!"
Gloria..... "No, I'm not moving, you move!"
 
Everyday now is the same thing.  Just like the movie "Groundhog Day" with Bill Murray.
 
The only exception is when their Dad decides he wants the chair and kicks both of them out!  Then they wind up here, of course!
 

 
Ya, that Detroit Lions shirt is the only one I own.  hee!hee!

Fred Coming in the Back Door

Sounds simple, doesn't it? Think again!
Gloria is such a lady, well most of the time. She does eat her own poo, but that's another story. She usually just goes outside, does her business and comes back in the house.


She doesn't like to stay out unless I am out there with her. She never wanders far from me that's for sure
.
Fred, well I think we all know it couldn't be that easy! He'll come to the door (in his own time of course) and scratch. Hopefully your not in a hurry to get him in and call his name, 'cause ya know he'll just high tail it the other way. So when he does come to the door and scratch, you open the door, he puts his front paws on the stoop and then.....
...he just stares at you.

"Come on! Come on in if your coming Freddie!" stare....stare....stare....finally you close the door
.
"Did Momma just shut the door in my face?"

Then, you guessed it! He scratches,wildly at the door. You open it he stares you down, you close it he scratches, etc....etc...etc... So now we have started to let Gloria in and just leave the door not quite closed so when Fred is darn good and ready (which is usually as soon as you ignore him) he can come in by himself.
Sooooooooooo this is how it goes when you let the dogs in at our house.
Gloria comes as soon as she is called, so happy to come in the house with her Momma. Then we call Freddie, push the door around and walk away. Then you hear Fred! Honestly it's like listening to a thriller movie........

"Grrrrrrr!" "Grrrrrrrrr!" "Grrrrrrrrr!" "Grrrrrrr!" "Grrrrrrrrr!" "Grrrrrrrr!"

"BANG!!!

......aaaand there he stands waiting for everyone to acknowledge that he has come into the house on his own terms. Then struts and I do mean struts, through the kitchen. Gives me a look as he goes by that says, "What are you waiting for peasant?" "Close that damn door!" Then he sticks his tongue out at Gloria and proceeds to his chair.
Kiss this!!

So in case your wondering the "Grrring" (is that a word?) is Fred rubbing his face on the straw mat at the back door and the bang of course is him throwing himself at the back door and the back door flying open into that little springy thing that stops it from wrecking your wall. And that my friends is how good ole Freddie comes in from outside.


Mr. Dramatica!