Countdown: 120 minutes
No, not until a new fake “end of days” hour or even until my beloved Giant’s play ball (they are playing the A’s as I write)… I’m speaking of the countdown to Cody’s departure.
My loyal readers know that Cody is grandma Sharon’s puppy (technically my uncle). He’s a cute, amiable chap and I really enjoy his company… in moderation. Cody stays with us occasionally if grandma is traveling and he’s been with us since Friday morning.
Cody has a greater abundance of energy than Wilbur and I combined. When Cody wants to play (or has any want) he barks incessantly. After a dog park outing, wrestling and cavorting at home, you’d think he’d start tiring. But no. Wilbur and I just want to relax but Cody is relentless.
We try to ignore him but that just gets him more excited and he becomes louder. He puts his face less than an inch from my snout and yells at me to play with him. I’m doing my best not to allow myself to feel irritated, but my patience is diminishing.
I know he’s just a puppy but, seriously, I wasn’t obnoxious like him when I was young. When we’re at the park Cody is really well-behaved so I know he has it in him to be good, not repellent.
I’ve had my moments of mischief but I don’t think I was as naughty as Cody when I was a puppy. Mama ran out
to the store this afternoon and left me in charge for a few minutes. Needless to say, I was completely unable to control the pup and he was very bad.
As soon as mama drove away Cody was on top of her desk. He scattered every piece of paperwork, knocked the lamp to the floor and bowed and broke the window blinds. Wilbur and I know better than to ever get on mama’s desk and I pleaded with Cody to cease and come down at once.
Refusing to heed my direction he concluded his doggie destruction by knocking mama’s baby to the floor… her MacBook! In that moment, I crumpled in defeat.
I did the best I could to stop the mayhem but Cody is an unstoppable, tsunami-like natural disaster — disguised as a 10 pound ball of fluff.
As demonstrated by my ability to pen this blog, the computer (thankfully!) suffered no harm.
I’m going to spend the next 2 hours attempting to hide in my own house. If Cody can’t find me, he can’t irritate me. Off to my box of disguises….