Someone Stop This Noise!

I was going to work out tonight and was, in fact, actually in the middle of doing so, but a certain someone just wouldn’t leave me alone.  And, sure, if Miles laying across me, along side of me or at my feet helped make the sit ups, push ups and stretches easier, I’d be all for his in-your-face attitude tonight.

So here I am…I can’t fight it anymore.  Instead of pushing him away I am playing his favorite game, “Gimme That (Fill in the Blank), Miles” and blogging at the same time.  A task which would be much easier if the current fill-in-the-blank toy was anything but this obnoxious squeaky football I bought him yesterday.  Oh, and if he wasn’t literally throwing it at me while I did the typing part of the multi-task.

Let’s start with the game.  I don’t know how or when this started, but (ouch, it just hit me in the face) it has quickly turned into Miles’ favorite game.  Miles will get his bone, his kong, a ball or this nightmare of a toy (who invented this thing?) and start taunting me with it.  He lowers his head and swings his butt side to side as he approaches, then kind of circles in front of me.

My job, then, is to very animatedly ask him to “Give me that toy, Miles.”  He just goes bonkers!  Most of the time, he doesn’t actually want me to get it, he just wants me to say the phrase over and over while “attempting” to get it from him.

Then he runs away, stares me down and comes back for more.

The game has evolved into an inside/outside game.  While I’m cooking dinner, Miles will run into the kitchen, wait for the magic words then dash out the door, down the stairs, do a lap around the yard and come back again.

It has also evolved into how he greets us.  Miles gets very excited when we come home.  Instead of leaping all over us a la Dino from the Flintstones, he’ll grab a toy and do that butt maneuver while wagging his tail like he’s about to take off.  It’s a great way to channel all that energy and great fun for us to watch.

(OK, right now, Miles is standing one foot away from me, squeaking the hell out of this toy and tossing it in my direction in the hopes I become interested in the game.  Oh, it’ll take more than that my dear sir!  Oh, OK growling and barking at me should do the trick.)

Now, the toy.  Miles is an excitable dog.  (No! say the people who have ever met him.)  Squeaky things make him happy and excited.  When Miles is excited and he’s got a squeaky toy making him more excited, he’s just fun to watch and so happy.  So yesterday I see this rubber, squeaky football and I just thought about how happy it would make him.  I didn’t think about just how loud and obnoxious it was, though.  Let’s just say Billy was thrilled to come home and hear it and our tv volume was at about 25 last night.

Miles can have the toy, but only at certain hours.  And we didn’t leave it with him today while we were at work.  Poor Honey would have been a ball of nerves.

Oh…if anyone is tallying our vet trips, you can add another one.  Miles has pink eye.