bobkitty | I have a Friggin'. Idiot. for a dog.

Gads. I'm up here, happily perusing the boards, when I get a phone call from Mr. Kitty. This is strange- he's in the basement, right below me. Why would he call instead of yell? He tells me to get down to the basement Right Away.

There's my Middle Boy. He's always been a bit odd, somewhat of a goofball. But he's totally loveable, in a This Dog Clearly Isn't Right But He's Soooooo Cute kind of way. Everyone wants to take him home. But... what the hell is he doing?

The SS and his little friend are here today, assisting Mr. Kitty in pouring a slab under the house to reinforce the foundation. They're digging a bit to get a level spot. Loki wants so desperately to help, so he's digging too. In completely the wrong spot, but it's cute so we overlook it. But he has the attention span of a gnat, so here's how the scene progresses.

Loki: ::Dig, dig, dig, dig..::
Boys: ::Toss a shovelfull of dirt to the side of their hole::
Loki: "Oooh! The boys are giving me a treat!" ::runs over and catches a mouthfull of dirt just before it hits the ground, runs back.. dig, dig, dig, dig..::
::Repeat ad nauseum::

By the time I get down there, Loki is covered in mud and has eaten enough dirt that we're concerned he'll be shitting a concrete block in a couple of hours. Mr. Kitty sends me back upstairs to get the camera. While taking pictures, we wonder aloud if this is how the pyramids got built- just get a bunch of really stupid dogs, toss them dirt, and have them shit out blocks. There's an academic paper there somewhere, I'm convinced.

When we have tired of this new sport, I strap on the shotgun and take Loki down to the pond to get washed up. He's somewhat clean and happy as a clam.

That is, until it comes time to shit that concrete block.