Marine Lloyd

Last night we were quite busy with the usual pre-first day of school preparations, getting kids showered, clothes and outfits agonized over, lunches made, etc.  Lloyd and Harvey were settling into the evening’s long doze wherever they fell, or so we thought.  Lloyd was left alone in the kitchen for a period of time that apparently exceeded his limit on self-control.  We came back into the kitchen at the same time and were greeted by the sight of Lloyd lying next to Harvey’s water dish, in the middle of a huge puddle.  The water was so widespread that we were unsure what had happened, thinking initially that something had fallen off the counter and landed into Harvey’s full dish with a huge splash.  Lloyd is usually very good about Harvey’s dishes and not touching them, despite his longing sighs and laying with his nose touching them.  Anyway, we thought he was completely innocent until I got him to sit up so I could dry him off with a towel (the water was actually beaded on his head) and he emitted a deafening burp in my direction that blew my hair back.

Busted.

The jackass didn’t even have the grace to look embarrassed about it, and now I know why Harvey wouldn’t leave me alone before this discovery, he was trying to tell on Lloyd and I was too stupid to get it.  In hindsight the mess Lloyd made was so great, he must have actually been playing in the dish with his paw, a la backyard splashy time.

On another note, the Globe and Mail has an article about the cost of pet ownership today.  I estimate it’s costing me about $90/month (his food costs about exactly $2/pound) just to feed Lloyd right now, not to mention the 8 pills/day he takes at the moment to fight off a cold he picked up at the kennel.  It’s a good thing he’s adorable.  It might save his life.

Don’t Beg! Well, alright I guess it’s ok.

It seems that if you run an airport and you just put in a new baggage handling system, you definitely don’t want to test it with real baggage.  No sir.  That looks like a job for 12 tons of dog food.  That’s just what officials in Seattle did, and now they have a warehouse full of dog food they didn’t know what to do with.  So they scratched their heads and thought about it for a while and then somebody said “Hey dogs would probably eat this stuff, they eat anything!” and so then they tried to drop off 12 tons of food at a local animal shelter.  That didn’t go too well, the shelter said “No!” and rapped them on the nose with a rolled up paper.

So they did the only logical thing and donated the dog food to a local PERSONS food bank.  It’s hard to turn off the sarcastic voice I usually write in, but I guess this really is the best thing to do, if you are looking for a handout for yourself, it’s rather likely that your four legged friend is probably a tad hungry too.  Nice job, folks.

The best quote of the article goes to a city commissioner:

“Coming into an election season,” Commissioner John Creighton said, “I think it’s a pity that dogs resident in King County can’t vote.”

This guy is soo going to get his butt sniffed the next time he’s at the park.