Well mom showed us the package and Banjo and Gretchen tried to open it up right then and there. But mom and dad said no and took the package away, but we could still see it. So Gretchen spent the evening whining at the box because she knew there was something in there for her, and Banjo would sit near the box and bark at it. So finally mom had to put it out of sight and smell.

     On Easter Morning mom brought the package back out and let us have at it.

In the package we found that Grandma had made us yummy cookies, yay! What a wonderful Grandma!

Then a little while later mom gave us a new toy, which we had lots of fun playing with until Gretchen was able to sit down with it for a bit.

     Now we have another dead toy, Oops!

But that was not the end to our Easter excitement; dad shared some ham with us and boy was that good, then for dessert we got to share a strawberry cupcake.

What a wonderful yummy day.

Happy Easter to all!

On the way home from getting Daisy and Gretchen, Gretchen found her way up to my shoulder and then found my ponytail holder. She pulled the ponytail holder from my hair, and lost it under the seat. From then on every time they are within reaching distance of my ponytail, they manage to steal the ponytail holder right out of my hair. Sometimes they go to extremes while trying to get the ponytail holder, like climbing my back if they cannot quite reach. Even though these 2 girls are 9 they are still up to their same old puppy tricks.

We were gone the majority of the day on Friday, which left the dogs up to their own devices. They are in the garage and had access to the back yard while we were away. You would think between the three of them they could entertain themselves. Play in the back yard, chase bugs, watch the birds, sunbathe, run around…

Not sure what happens while were away, but when we get home, it’s like we made them sleep in the garage all day long. They come in jumping, barking and mouthing our hands and arms, along with a couple of little bites (bites using just the front teeth, causing instant bruises on human skin). And then everyone has to go pee real bad, like they have been holding it all day long.

After everyone is fed and has gone potty, the craziness does not end, they all continue to run around like crazy dogs for the next 3 hours.

So the question remains, what do three German Shorthair Pointers do while the humans are away????

I received a complete smell-over as did my laptop case and bag. As usual, I decided the best way to accommodate their need to determine my whereabouts was to lie prone on my back on the floor.  Actually this method works quite well in satisfying their curiosity quickly, but it does have an unusual side effect; Daisy must climb on my chest to lie down.

As I predicted in the post on the 10th, these two shorthairs found the perfect spot at bedtime and adhered themselves to my right side all night long.  One would think a California king would have plenty of room but I find that the space I am allotted is nothing more than 24 inches of width…the edge of the bed on the left and two dogs on my right.  Did I mention I am 6 feet 7 inches tall?

Pacing, staring at the door, and incessant whining manage to fill what would normally be a completely different set of scheduled pacings, starings, and whinings. And that is definitely worth elaborating on at a different time, but as a teaser Gretchen is by far carrying a heart of cesium and functions as a canine atomic clock that can define Coordinated Universal Time.  As I said in the opener, Daisy and Gretchen have a routine and as creatures of habit are wholly unable to settle down for the evening during my absence. 

While I relax in room 218, my wife on the other hand has been reduced to an automaton whose function is to blurt at regular intervals the first names of our German shorthairs. This effort to restore order continues to fail until bedtime as the borg-esque Daisy and Gretchen purport “resistance to whining is futile.” Although the need to quell the two’s actions diminishes once all retire to bed, there still exists the nighttime plea for quiet as apparently all normal sounds have been magnified by a factor of 10 and Daisy cannot help but bark a word of warning. 

A rather poor night’s sleep Heather will have, but the tradeoff is a set of what we term portable personal heaters, PPH, that will curl up as close as possible and continue to make contact for the duration of the dark. A most efficient method of heating that will keep her warm on a cool winter’s night. 

However, upon my return tomorrow the two shorthairs feeling abandoned will stick to me as their confidence returns and I will in turn be the one graced with a set of PPHs.