I’m an early riser. Even when I’m not coordinating primates I can’t seem to get off the school year schedule. So going to bed near 11 and waking up near 4 wasn’t that much of surprise to me, even on vacation.
The trouble is, the conference isn’t scheduled for insane people like me. Registration begins at 9 am, and the sessions don’t start until noon. So I had a few hours to kill.
The first was slain attempting to get back to sleep and then making coffee.
When I wrote the first post about Graham’s cat-like behavior I blithely asserted in the comments that he shows no interest in that perennial favorite of cats, boxes. Well, like the small, rebellious creature that he is, Graham has decided to prove me wrong.
Perhaps he’s decided to provide some blog fodder as I’ve been kind of low on inspiration these last few weeks. I’ve got a few posts in the draft stage but they don’t seem to be going anywhere. Then, along comes Graham with a silly new behavior to get me going again.
Anyone have any silly behaviors they’d like to share (pet’s behaviors I mean) to let me know I’m not the only one living with a semi-deranged animal?
In Central California, during the summer, Mother Nature leans hard on the thermostat and then brings out the blow torches. Typical high temperatures run in the 90’s or low 100’s, with occasional runs of 110+ days I like to refer to as ‘facemelters.’
I was out back a few mornings ago, setting up a line to air dry my clothes. The San Joaquin Valley’s 90+ degrees, low humidity summer days are perfect for just such an activity. Plus my dryer is on the fritz. While I was doing that I noticed Hershey’s intense interest in something on top of the “neighbor’s” back yard shack*.
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Graham likes to howl. I found this out one day years ago by being silly and saying “dog, daawg, daaaaaaaaawg” and much to my surprise he started singing along with me!! He will howl with other people but nothing else seems to set him off; not fire trucks, not police cars, not other dogs.
Since I discovered his talent we’ve been having sporadic singalongs. It’s noisy, it’s ear splitting, and it’s NEVER. NOT. FUNNY.
My mom was over last night and took this picture of our duet. She’s threatening to take video next time!
Update: 5/7/16
OK, by popular demand I’ve included a video of a previous singalong. I don’t think the vocal are a polished as other performances and there was some hijinx from the road crew. Enjoy!
Hey Dogs!
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