Mammal Mondays: Pupsicle


I walked out of the school this afternoon and into a blizzard. Ugh. Check out my front street through the living room window. Those with weak stomachs may want to skip this photo:

Gag me with a pancake flipper.

I knew it was coming, but I still wasn’t ready. In his doggy wisdom, Sherman really seemed to have forgotten about winter while I was at work. Poor guy was stunned yet again when I opened the door to let him out once I crawled home from work (the roads were super greasy because it’s not cold enough yet). Maybe it’s better to not see winter coming. Like a bee sting. Or a chainsaw.

When I called Sherman inside following his after-school pee, he sat on the back step as he’s trained to do to tell me when he’s finished. I explained through the door that he needed to wait for a moment so I could snap a photo for my blog. Understandably considering the weather, he tried to stand up and head inside before I released him, which I corrected. It sounded like this:

“Pssht! Sit.” Thump. “Good sit. Wait.” Camera noises. “Good wait.” Camera noises and a whimper from the dog. “Good, good boy. Let’s go!” Let’s go is his release cue; it’s what I say to tell him he’s done what I need him to do, and that he’s free to do what he wants, like coming inside or eating his dinner or taking the treat I’ve set in front of him but told him not to touch.

Sherm doesn’t seem to get the whole “photo for the blog” business. He’s the best kind of famous person: the kind who has no idea that folks all over the damn place know who he is. Still, I felt bad at making him wait in the blizzard for me to get the photo. For what it’s worth, I was cold in the open doorway too.

Sherm's nose gets extra pink in the cold

Am I like one of those pageant moms on t.v., making Sherman pose for photos in the name of fame and production value? Do I parade my child around against his wishes? Perhaps a little bit, but I swear to you that I will never, ever make him wear lip gloss or a hairpiece.

I make no promises about ridiculous costumes.

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12 Comments Add yours

  1. Sherman looks so adorable! I think I’m one of those pageant moms, too. Except Wonderbutt keeps trying to eat the camera. I don’t think pageant kids generally try to do that.

    1. Well, and no offense to Wonderbutt, but I doubt he’d make it big in pageantry with his underbite.

  2. Robbi Bitner says:

    OMG, I think I might love your blog! You and Sherman have summed up my reaction to this fabulous Alberta snowfall perfectly. Sadly, my 16 month old Husky cross thinks she’s died and gone to heaven…

    1. I used to have a Malamute cross and she did the same thing. The worst part was that she never wanted to stop walking in the cold, and I was about frozen solid by the time we came home every time.

  3. Cinderella says:

    Oh lordy beegordy, he is SO cute!!!!! I would have done the same thing.

    Loved the gag me with a pancake fliiper comment 🙂

    1. Thanks Cinderella. I’m pretty partial to his sweet face myself, except when he pokes me with it at five in the morning.

      Come visit for a while in the winter, and you’ll want your own flipper: trust me.

  4. erimik says:

    I looove Sherman pictures! He´s a model. My favorite ones are this one with the snow and the one of things getting a little intense on the treadmill. I think I spit my cereal out I was laughing so hard at that one.

    1. My apologies about the milk and bran flakes on your laptop. Sherman photographs better than I do, which is why he’s the star around here and I’m just his agent.

  5. lexy3587 says:

    You’re forgiven (due to cute photo) as long as I never hear about you fake-tanning him! 😛

    1. Can you imagine? Orange Speckled Pup doesn’t have nearly the same ring to it, does it?

  6. Leslie says:

    HA HA HA!! Piper gives me the same look. “Are we done yet Momma? Can I have my treat now?”.
    Question, from one pink-nosed dog owner to another, do you think frostbite on her nose is something I should worry about? This thought occured to me yesterday, as she was snow-plowing through the back yard nose first……

    1. Hi Leslie. Frostbite isn’t any bigger a worry on a pink nosed dog than on a black nose, although you can certainly end up with trouble if it’s really cold out for any animal. The summer is the time for danger for our dogs, because they can sunburn their pink noses and end up eventually with skin cancer. Sherm wears baby sunscreen to keep him from scorching his sniffer.

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