Scallulah or Tallooter?

Darling readers, Boyfriend, Kitty and I recently had a houseguest for about 3 weeks. His name is Scooter, and he is my parents’ dog and also most likely the silliest animal one could ever hope to see. Something that you may not know about Tallulah is that he Freaking Loves Dogs, and that if there is a dog about Tallulah will spend the majority of his time monitoring that dog’s movements and pretending like he doesn’t love that dog, even though he does. As a result there was a lot of this:

And this:

And so on until their relationship morphed into the greatest love story ever told and/or an Odd Couple-esque situation in which both members of said odd couple are Oscar because they are both behaving like pigs and peeing on the welcome mat and leaving crumbs of food around and knocking things over. Scooter does have a rather fancy little walk, so maybe he’s a little bit Felix-y, but mostly they are gross and therefore Oscar, but they are also in love, which means they need a celebrity couple name like “Bennifer” or “TomKat”. I vote for Tallooter, but Scallulah is a close second.

While Scooter was with us, the majority of our time was spent trying to achieve a “double pet”, which is when Darling Boyfriend or I manage to pet Scooter with one hand and Tallulah with the other for long enough to shout “DOUBLE PET” and give the person who had not achieved double pet time to run into the room, also shouting “DOUBLE PET?!?” Double pet would inevitably end when Darling Boyfriend or I would fly too close to the sun and attempt to achieve double double pet, which only exists in dreams and in which both Darling boyfriend and I are petting both Scooter and Tallulah and shouting “DOUBLE PET”. Whenever double double pet was attempted, Tallulah would always become overwhelmed and run away, because he does not want me to ever be truly happy.

Other activities that we participated in whilst babysitting Scooter included:

- Taking Scooter to the groomer to make him all fancy

-  Going to the vet after Scooter hurt himself by jumping from the floor to the bed, an accomplishment that would previously have been thought to require A.) Scooter learning to fly or B.) A bird getting into the apartment, lifting Scooter with his beak and placing him on the bed and then leaving the apartment again.

- Kissing Scooter on his widdle head.

Now is the part of the blog where I acknowledge that I have not written a word for months, but I’ll try to do some kind of “Here’s the Wacky Stuff that Happened in 2011″ post before I start school again.

Love,

Sarah

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