They're Clean!

There's just something about Lilah's fur that just captures and holds onto any little dust particles. Her white bib transforms to a grungy yellowish hue. Her butt-toupee gets crunchy from a buildup of spit and dirt. All in all it just looks not good.

Ritter on the other hand must be coated in Teflon. His fur isn't as fluffy as Lilah's so my mom and I figure the dirt just slips right off of him. His white, when dirty, just goes a little dull if anything. You don't even really feel the dirt on him when he's dirty.

Either way, they both appreciate a good bath and brushing. I've said it before, but after getting clean, Lilah's fur just sparkles. So beautiful. And Ritter's clean coat makes him resemble Richard Gere. So handsome.

This is how they act after their baths, but before their dry-off walks.

Stay on the Bed II

My mom purchased a large dog bed for Lilah and Ritter. Okay, and also for me and my mom. Due to bad knees, my mom can't get as close to the dogs as I can, and do things like sit on the floor with them. But with this cushioned and slightly elevated new dog mattress, she'd be able to sit with Ritter and Lilah to get the full bonding experience. Also I'd be able to sleep on a mattress on the ground instead of across the breakfast chairs.

Anyway, like most new things meant for the dogs to lie on, Lilah has to scratch the hell out of it. That is then followed by a battle between Lilah and Ritter as to who can claim it as their own. This is apparently decided by playing 'stay on the bed'.

Stay on the Bed

I don't know if this is such a common game, but when I was little, I played this silly game with my brothers. The concept was simple, stay on the bed. It's kind of like a variant of 'the floor is made of lava'. My brothers and I would get on my mom's California King bed, and wrestle around, trying to shove one another off the bed. Whoever managed to stay on the bed won the game. It was really fun.

Throughout the day, my mom or I have to readjust Ritter's bed, which consists of a crate pad wrapped in a towel. It usually ends up scrunched in a corner because Ritter is constantly jumping into his bed in order to get away from Lilah. He also does it when he's excited too.

"Well if it's just going to get messed up again so soon, why even bother fixing it?" you might ask. Are you so heartless that you can withstand the image of 40 lbs. dog jamming himself into a third of his bed, just to stay on his bedding? Because I am not, my friends. I am not.

Ritter no doubt has his heart set on winning the 'stay on the bed' game.

Don't Sleep with the Dogs

So I was taking a nap across the chairs in the breakfast room, you know, like you do. I was minding my own business, doing nothing except dreaming of warmer weather and more comfortable sleeping circumstances, when all of a sudden I feel a heavy weight land on my torso...*BAM* I'm awake!

(Incredibly unflattering picture of me)

Lilah is more likely to jump into my mom's lap than mine. I don't know why. But it never fails that if I'm trying to nap in (or across) chair(s) in the same room as her, she either jumps on me, steals my blanket (which is usually just a towel), or shoves her rubber net ball into my shoulder. Ritter on the other hand is content just licking my face or hair.

And yet, when I nap on the actual floor with her, she wants nothing to do with me. Often times giving me a couple kicks and then just up and moving away from me if I try to cuddle up to her.

She only lies across me like that when she wants to play. She had just finished shoving her ball into the back of my head. Well, at least we both look happy.