Wednesday, October 15, 2008

My boy Elvis


Elvis is a very special dog. He eats whatever you put in his mouth, literally ANYTHING as long as it`s food and can be chewed, sucked, slurped or just plain swallowed. The only exception is lettuce. Give him lettuce and he promptly spits it out. It`s the funniest thing.
Elvis also only runs for 3 things. Firstly, food obviously, secondly to come inside and turdly, uhhhh I mean thirdly, he runs away from his own business. Lets just say he runs away whenever he finished a number 2. Hayley and I would be watching tv and then we would hear Elvis come racing around the corner. We would look at each other knowingly, nod and say, "poo". Elvis just made a poo.
Elvis can also sulk with the best of them. If he is unhappy, he would go sit somewhere, far removed and sulk. I usually go to him and sit and chat to him. Eventually he will lift his paw and put it on my hand or leg and that indicates that my boy feels better. So dramatic...
The other Elvisism is he hates wet grass. He refuses to walk on wet grass which is a massive problem if you consider that we live in Cape Town where the winters are long, cold and WET. It`ll rain for weeks on end.
So in the mornings Hayley feeds Elvis and Phoebe and let`s them out. They have an awesome doghouse, which is kitted out with about 8 blankets and very comfortable. This is where they spend a lot of time if we`re at work or away. When I`m at home, I let them inside at about 0900 in the morning.
The problem however is getting Elvis to leave his doghouse. Even though he lives to be inside the house, he HATES the wet grass and it takes me forever to get him inside. I have to walk up to the doghouse, wake him up and call him inside. I sometimes have to repeat this step a few times, depending on the weather and his mood. Then he sits around, checks the weather, looks at the grass (to ensure it`s not wet), rolls around a bit and then RACES to get inside. It looks like he is running on air, with paws lifted as high as his short little legs would allow.
I decided to take a pic of Elvis one morning while I was calling him inside. This is Reconnaissance Elvis, making sure the terrain is suitable for a quick and dry getaway.



He is such a special boy and his Dad loves him VERY much!

13 comments:

Hayley said...

Oh and we have another dog...yes, our first born...Phoebe....but as you can see, the poor girl does not even feature.
Dont worry Pheob's your Mom still loves you.

The Running Golfer said...

Hey, I love Phoebe too but Elvis and I have a special bond....

Darryl said...

Perhaps you could buy him some "Blue Suede Shoes" so he doesn't get "All Shook Up" over his feet touching the wet grass. If that doesn't work, you could cheer up his "Suspicious Mind" by reminding him that at least he's not a "Hound Dog" and doesn't live "In The Ghetto". If he's still skittish, just ask him "Are You Lonesome Tonight?" and let him know that if he wants to come inside, "It's Now or Never" -- he will have to "Surrender" if he wants any of your "Burning Love", and maybe then, he'll learn that he "Can't Help Falling in Love" and be "Stuck on You".

If he is still resistant, "Don't Be Cruel"; you can always snuggle with a "Teddy Bear" in your lap to see if he becomes jealous like a "Hard Headed Woman" and doesn't let the wet grass come between you!

Okay, can you tell that my mother loved Elvis Presley, and I heard his songs constantly when growing up!!

Our dog hates being wet as well, which can be difficult during hurricane season!

Take Care, Francois!

Darryl

Heather Nicole said...

This is wonderful! What a cute dog. Dontcha just love their little personalities and quirks. I have a cat with a drinking straw fetish..I'll try and post about that sometime.

Oh and Darryl...are you perhaps an Elivs fan? hehe

nessie said...

Man I love people's 'aminal' stories... they're like furry children. Elvis sounds very lovable! I'm not that fond of dogs but I'd be persuaded to give him a cuddle.

We have a herd (yes, truly) of cats who are all so different and quirky - there's one obsessed with water > he waits outside the bathroom door in the morning, and the moment you leave he races in and heads for any puddle. Sometimes he drinks from his water bowl for about 15 minutes. Strange kitty.
I would love to blog about them! When I get some pics, I'll post :)

The Running Golfer said...

Firstly Darryl, I applaud you! That was absolutely brilliant! I read it about 4 times to make sure I didn`t miss anything.
My Mom and Dad were also massive Elvis fans and that is how I too became one, hence the bulldog named Elvis. The funny thing is that on his papers his real name is Grissom, which is a pretty cool name too, very CSI! I decided to name him Elvis though.

Heather & Nessie, I look forward to your pet posts! It seems that you guys have LOTS of pet stories to share, straw and puddle fetishes??????? I cannot wait!

David Richardson said...

I dig his name! That's cool.

Heather Nicole said...

http://heather2nicolel.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-cat-thing-you-wouldnt-understand.html

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Freddae' said...

Could he get any cuter??? OMG...his face just says, "LOVE ME!"

The Running Golfer said...

I know!!! He is adorable and if I`m honest gets away with EVERYTHING because he is so cute.

Joanna said...

Aww, he's so cute!

The Running Golfer said...

Hi Joanna, he is gorgeous hey? (said in the voice of a proud father...) :D