Hello, everyone, and thanks for all of your comments to my previous blog about the garden... and when it comes to salad dressings, I like ranch!

 

Anyway, I was driving home for dinner Sunday night and thinking about blog ideas, none of which seemed very inspiring.  Little did I know, I would walk into an anecdote worth sharing when I got home.

 

So... my dad's visiting for a couple of days.  He has been gracious enough to start dinner for me before I get home.  Well, Sunday I get home and say hello, and one of my parents' dogs greets me at the door (their other one's at their house).  But my usually overly enthusiastic Apollo is nowhere to be seen. So I ask my dad and he starts calling for him. At first, I think he's kidding!  How can he have no idea where to find Apollo, right?!

 

Before too long, we're both panicking.  Long story short, within minutes - couldn't tell you how many, seemed like forever - we find Apollo underneath the guest bedroom bed where my dad had been working on his computer!  Keep in mind, this is a 55-lb dog! 

 

Needless to say, I questioned my dad's dog sitting skills, which I don't think he appreciated, but Apollo's the kind of dog who follows you everywhere!!  For him not to go downstairs with my dad would've been really unusual.

 

So... we had to lift up the bed to get Apollo free, and boy was he happy!  It's funny how you can read a dog's expression - he knew he was in trouble when he was stuck under there.  But we figure he couldn't have been too uncomfortable because he didn't let out a whimper when we were frantically calling his name.  Anyway, it gave both my dad and me a big scare!

 

It's funny though because usually when Apollo "disappears" in the house, it's because he has contraband - the remote control, for instance.  I have one of two things in my hand most of the time - the remote control (always watching news of some kind) or my blackberry (addicted to email). 

 

 

In fact, minutes before this picture of him outside on Sunday, he was gunning for my cell phone!  Apollo knows if he gets his jaws on one of them, I'm likely to follow!  He doesn't chew them - he just wants you to chase him, and I do. 

 

 

He's also unwilling most of the time to give up the newspaper, which has threatened his leading role in this activity.  When Napoleon visits, he has first dibs 'cause he's just so good at it!

 

 

That all said, I happen to find all of these things and his other quirks endearing, like when he hides in my closet during storms.  He sure makes me laugh!

 

 

Feel free to post your favorite doggie moments.  I like hearing them as much as I like sharing them!