How do you trap a dumb dog?
I’ll answer that for you…
Some background first!!!
Dumb dog is obsessed with being EVERYWHERE we are. You get up to get a drink in the kitchen that’s literally 3 steps away from the living room he’s there. You do dishes at the sink…he parks hi 110 lb body right behind you (ask hubbie about how this happened to him…and he tripped ober dumb dog only to catch himself from falling on the kitchen floor by his hands and arms…but nearly doing a face plant, he tells me? Is no fun!!!). If you play on the floor with Li’l Foot, he’s right there, all, I want to play too mommy…nudge nudge…ass in face!!! So it should be bo surprise that when we put a baby gate at the bottom of the stairs to keep dumb dog and the cat downstairs, dumb dog was totally beside himself…in fact he would sit at the bottom of the stairs and incessantly whine “aaaaarrrrr, aaaarrrrr, aaaaarrrrr”. Well then we trained him to only be allowed up there, but no getting on the bed.
And then one day he discovered the faucet in the bathtub. He thought he’d died and gone to water world heaven. So now anytime we go in the bathroom he’s all up in our grill to get some water. And he doesn’t stop whining until we turn on the faucet. Because oh God he’s dehydrated!!!!!
So the last 2 nights we’ve had some rough ones with Li’l Foot. She’s teething and the middle of the night is not her friend…nor mine. So last night I got up when the Li’l Foot alarm sounded I got up. I moved with such precision and stealth. The dumb dog did indeed hear me get up. He did not, however, see how fast I turned on the bathroom light (door closing to only a crack behind me, which allows for just the right amount of light in the upstairs to do what I gotta do with Li’l Foot), when I then went across the hall to Li’l Foot’s room, scooped her up, and sat on the other side of her crib in the rocking chair (which you can’t see from the doorway…especially if you’re dumb dog).
Well dumb dog who was sleeping on the floor on the other side of the bed saw the light peeking thru the crack in the door jam…he thought I went in there…and thought he was going to have some midnight water. WRONG!!!! Well, by the time he pushed his nose in followed by his body and then realized I wasn’t in there, the door had already closed behind him (the door doesn’t stay open unless you push it all the way open to the floor mat in front of the sink behind it). He was trapped…short of a glue trap he was trapped.
I can’t even imagine what went thru his mind next. He must’ve thought he dreamed it or there was a ghost or something. And I thought this was going to be a bad situation turned really bad when I thought about him…locked in the bathroom…in the middle of the night…and I was so not disturbing Li’l Foot to rescue him…and imagined having to call in reinforcements of the hubbie variety to let him out. But dumb dog actually had a moment of smart or considerate or whatever you want to call it. He actually plopped his body down on the floor with a ginormous “haaaaaaarumph” of a doggie sigh and just dealt with it. He didn’t whine or cry or bark or anything. I was shocked. I couldn’t believe it when I heard his elbows hit the ground only indicating he’d realized HE’D made the mistake and HE’D just wait it ou and not risk getting in trouble by whining.
Once I was done with Li’l Foot tho I did go into the bathroom and I did rehydrate the poor withering dumb dog…only because he was so good about the whole thing. Had he whined I can’t say he’d gotten even a drop of water from my hands being wet from washing them after going potty.
