Clarence is on both of our bad lists today. First he ate all the oatmeal out of the pantry yesterday and experienced massive indigestion two nights ago that resulted in lots of clean up. Yesterday he ate lots of uncooked old rice out of the compost bin and experienced massive indigestion last night that resulted in lots of clean up.
But how can you not love that sweet face?
It is strange having a young dog in the house after Ben’s 12 year-old mellowness. Plus, Ben was never as high-energy as Clarence, even at Clarence’s age. And Ben also came to us fully trained. Clarence, on the other hand, steals food from kids, counter surfs, pantry surfs, and chews, and chews, and chews. So far an Elmo spoon has gotten decapitated, many writing implements will never again see the light of day, a doll’s hands have gotten chewed off, superman and batman have both died horrific deaths, a retractable leash has been chewed in two… and more, I’m sure. But who’s counting? (Though I do have to say, for all his faults, he doesn’t eat poop, or socks, which is very nice.)
But he is just the best as well. He chooses a belly rub over his food first thing in the morning, and will curl up with his head in my lap. Ben had a concept of personal space on the couch… not Clarence. If I am napping, he will happily nap lying on top of my legs. He also lies at Tucker’s feet in the car, and will dig holes with Tucker for an hour in the yard. Boy and dog together is just the sweetest combination.
Clarence runs like a deer, with amazing speed and in leaps and bounds. He enjoys retrieving a whiffle ball from batting practice and manages to thwart the garden fence and get stuck inside at least a few times a week. He has also figured out the invisible fence and took himself for a walk to the river today—think we will need to be turning up the voltage on that one. He also has the longest tongue and is partial to giving kisses, so watch out!
