Before my wife and I were married, she already had a doga 10 year old Brittany named Patches. Both of us were bio majors and spent our summers together on Beaver Island, working at the CMU Biological Station and her dog stayed with us as well. We shared a two bedroom apartment with another student named Carla; with her using one bedroom and I, my future wife, and da pooch using the other.
One morning Carla was awoken by the sounds of squeaking bed noises coming from our room. At first she thought: Yikes!, but then she realized that first off, we were a bit more couth than that, and second, we had both already left for work. Intrigued as to the cause of the bed noises, she got up to peek in our room. We kept the door open so Patches could go in and out as he saw fit (it’s where we kept his food and water), so she just stood in the open doorway to look in and she sees this crazy pooch jumping up and down on the bed like a four-year old child. From her description, we’re talking about actually jumping up and downall four legs were coming off the bed, his floppy ears waving the air as he descends back to the bed, only to jump up off all fours again.
He did this quite a few times and then suddenly noticed that he was being watched. He looked over; saw Carla just standing therewatching himand he knew he was busted. His big ole doggie smile turned into a look of concern, cuz he was not allowed up on the furniture. So when he landed for the last time, he stared over at Carla, had a moment of surprise, got this incredibly guilty look on his face, and then slowly climbed back off the bed. Of course, being a dog, he sat there and looked at her as if to say: whatI wasn’t doing anythingthat wasn’t meit was some other dog.
She said she had never seen any thing like it in her life. A 10 year old pooch jumping up and down on a bedand seemingly enjoying the hell out of it ta boot. She actually came to find us at work to let us know what our crazy pooch had been doing. God, I loved that dog!
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