Having just had a shower, I'm sitting at the computer, looking for info on a bead trade show coming to town this weekend. Atticus is pouting because I locked him out of the bathroom while I showered, and when I opened the door, the water was gone. The kids are in Florida with my dad, hubby is up in his office in the attic, and the house is quiet. This is a lovely thing since it NEVER happens. With three kids and all the pets, it's ALWAYS rockin' here, but tonight, it is quiet.
Interrupting this glorious quiet, I hear a noise. It's not a noise I hear unless my children are here. It's the sound of water running in the tub. You see, we mostly take showers, and since this house is ancient, we have the old fashioned taps, the ones that are like levers, not knobs, and they run TONS of water, and make TONS of noise.
I'm thinking to myself, "Gee, hubby must be trying out something new...I'll just toddle myself up there and take a peek." SO I go upstairs, and just as I hit the turn in the stairs, Atticus' face appears at the bathroom door.
Yep. Atticus. Atticus soaked, water dripping from his ears, sloshy sounds coming from his feet with every step, snorting water from his nose like a whale coming up for air. Atticus with a huge grin on his face.
Then I see the water....all over the upstairs landing, oozing into daughter #2's room, on the walls, just everywhere. And the little blobs of fur...everywhere. I go into the bathroom, and everything including the light fixture on the ceiling is coated in a film of water, fur, and drool. The hot water tap is cranked all the way up and there's about 3 inches of water in the tub. The water all over the upstairs floor came from the PARTY..no PAR-TAY...that Atticus was in the middle of when I came up the stairs. I think he actually wallowed in the tub because the water has that slightly cloudy, hairy tinge to it.
Was he sorry? Not in the least. Atticus is prancing around the house like he won the World Cup. He is very, very proud, and secretly, I am too. See, I've never had a dog this smart. Bless them all, they were all so loving and sweet, but never THIS smart. The only thing that comes close is when Max was a pup and amused himself by uprooting large houseplants and racing around the house with them. Hubby wryly muttered, "Maybe we should have thought more carefully before getting a water dog" and laughed with me while we were swabbing the decks together and Atticus was sticking his nose in our faces and tracking more water over the newly dry floor.
*sigh*
[ 07-15-2006, 12:28 AM: Message edited by: scout ]
Interrupting this glorious quiet, I hear a noise. It's not a noise I hear unless my children are here. It's the sound of water running in the tub. You see, we mostly take showers, and since this house is ancient, we have the old fashioned taps, the ones that are like levers, not knobs, and they run TONS of water, and make TONS of noise.
I'm thinking to myself, "Gee, hubby must be trying out something new...I'll just toddle myself up there and take a peek." SO I go upstairs, and just as I hit the turn in the stairs, Atticus' face appears at the bathroom door.
Yep. Atticus. Atticus soaked, water dripping from his ears, sloshy sounds coming from his feet with every step, snorting water from his nose like a whale coming up for air. Atticus with a huge grin on his face.
Then I see the water....all over the upstairs landing, oozing into daughter #2's room, on the walls, just everywhere. And the little blobs of fur...everywhere. I go into the bathroom, and everything including the light fixture on the ceiling is coated in a film of water, fur, and drool. The hot water tap is cranked all the way up and there's about 3 inches of water in the tub. The water all over the upstairs floor came from the PARTY..no PAR-TAY...that Atticus was in the middle of when I came up the stairs. I think he actually wallowed in the tub because the water has that slightly cloudy, hairy tinge to it.
Was he sorry? Not in the least. Atticus is prancing around the house like he won the World Cup. He is very, very proud, and secretly, I am too. See, I've never had a dog this smart. Bless them all, they were all so loving and sweet, but never THIS smart. The only thing that comes close is when Max was a pup and amused himself by uprooting large houseplants and racing around the house with them. Hubby wryly muttered, "Maybe we should have thought more carefully before getting a water dog" and laughed with me while we were swabbing the decks together and Atticus was sticking his nose in our faces and tracking more water over the newly dry floor.
*sigh*
[ 07-15-2006, 12:28 AM: Message edited by: scout ]
