Monday, July 12, 2010

Laps and Lawn Chairs

I had spent the past couple of days cleaning up our cluttered backyard patio so that the dogs could have more space to run and I wouldn't have to worry about being crowded out by abandoned pots filled with spiders and earwigs. In the process, I discovered we had a completely functional and more importantly comfortable reclining lawn chair. Apparently, my brother had inherited it from his previous boss who had moved away. His junk, our gain.

It was pretty dirty, but after a good scrub down and spray with the hose, it was as good as new. Whenever I go outside, I feel it a waste not to sit down and recline in something so comfortable and convenient. That and it's pretty fun reclining.

Then a thought struck me! Pick up Ritter, set him in my lap and recline. Genius! Ritter is 10lbs heavier than Lilah and harder to position on a lap in a normal chair as his bones seem to be thicker. That and for some reason Lilah gets incredibly jealous when Ritter is being carried or placed in someone's lap that she barks incessantly and nips poor defenseless Ritter. But with this reclining lawn chair, we would be higher off the ground, he'd have my whole body to lie on top of and we'd have some added protection from the arm rests of the chair.

It was a success, though I did have some trouble picking him up just due to the fact that he's harder to get a good hold of. For the most part, Lilah left us alone. I think she was doing her own thing and chewing on a rock. But better than that, Ritter seemed to really enjoy himself. His tongue was doing that throat-clicky thing and he was relaxing in the little dip my body made thanks to the reclining nature of the chair.

After doing this a couple days in a row, I suggested my mom do it as Ritter is her dog and she should enjoy this experience with him also. Lilah, jealous that my mom was giving Ritter attention or jealous that Ritter wasn't on the ground with her, began to make a big fuss. Hilarious pictures below:

"Peaceful happiness on momma's lap"

*Enter jealous lover*


"How could you?" *sob*

*Start incessant barking*

"How dare you!"
*CHOMP*
Poor mom, stuck in the middle of a lover's spat.

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