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A funny moment with the poodles and Eric. - Part 1
 
We decided to take the dogs bye bye. We put them in the back of the Tahoe and decided to put down the back seats so they could have more room. Rupert always jumps over the seats but Cleo is still not used to riding. She sits perfectly still in one spot in the back of the Tahoe or wherever you place her. Most of the times we have taken her, she gets car sick.

It was late in the day. I put the back seat down on my side while Eric was working on the other side with Rupert bouncing around like a yoyo in front of him. Some how or another I hear Eric say OMG. I look up and he isn't wearing his glasses.

I ask, "What happened to your glasses?" 

He said, “ Rupert's pom on his tail knocked them off.”

So Eric is looking around for his glasses. I look at Rupert's tail wagging and see a pair of clip on sunglasses waving in the air back and forth. I grab the tail and untangle the sunglasses.

At this point my nutty husband is pretty much blind. I tell him, like most wives, to be careful and not to step on them if they fell on the ground but Eric keeps looking and feeling around in the car.

Now Rupert is just standing there looking at him and Cleo still hasn't moved one ioada.

I can't get the seat back up to see if they went under it as I was putting the seat down when they disappeared.  Rupert is now trying to help but he doesn't know why.

It is too hot outside again and at this moment the only calm creature of the 4 of us is Cleo. Finally I hear Eric say "I found them." He picks them up off the ground and off we go.

I look in the rear view mirror and see Cleo still in the same spot with her beautiful black hair waving in the wind. Rupert prances back and forth between the back to the front and putting one foot on Eric's shoulder.

After getting them a treat for later and a drive in the country we head home. 

As we approach the house we say "Rupert's Home, Cleo's Home." 

Cleo turns around and faces the back doors of the Tahoe.

Hurray! Cleo didn't get car-sick, Eric's eyesight is back to normal, Rupert is standing with his head between us, and I am happy to mark this ride as a success after all. :o)

Another funny moment with the poodles and Eric. Part - 2

Sunday morning and I awake to find Eric and the poodles out for a walk. It is quiet and I decide to go to the computer room which is located south facing the back yard. I check email, facebook and enjoy listening to the sounds of locusts in the forest next to the house.

Later I hear the jingle of dog tags and the dogs run to meet me. I give them hugs and ask how the walk went. Eric said it went well except for the last two blocks. “What happened?” I asked. He informs me it was just the chaos of other dogs with Rupert lungeing and Cleo then nipping at Rupert’s ears and feet.

“Why does she do that?” he asks. She only does it when Rupert is acting like a lunatic.”

“Maybe she knows he shouldn’t be doing that, like a wife would, and is letting him know or trying to distract his attention,” I answered. Afterall if you were being a big bully with someone and I was scared I would be nipping at you too.” We laugh.

Eric decides to weed eat before it gets too hot. I kept thinking about Eric with Rupert and his glasses and found myself laughing out loud. My desk sits by the window where there is a fan that I can switch from intake to exhaust. The barn sits about 50 feet away and I ponder about how we can save it one day. The backyard is mostly gravel due to the previous owner having a day care. But when you buy a repo you buy a lot of work that needs to be done.

I know the dogs are in the backyard and figure Eric is in the front. I begin to write about yesterday.

Suddenly, between the sounds of a fan and locusts I hear Eric telling the dogs no jumping. I see the top of his staw hat pass by the window bobbing up and down with him alternating between several commands among other words. I look out the fan and yell. “What’s going on? Just say down and stick to one word.”

Naturally he doesn’t listen and I shake my head trying to re-focus on my writing.

I then hear “Get back, I’ll cut your legs off.”

I think to myself. “Surely, he isn’t weed eating in the backyard with the dogs out there? GRRRR MEN!!!!

I head out the back door with socks on feet forgetting my shoes. Rupert and Cleo are running around playing and I tell them to come. Rupert looks over at Eric weed eating and then looks back at me. I walk on gravel to look to see where Eric is and grab the green ball in front of Rupert. Both dogs head down by the barn thinking I am going to throw it but I would feel safer if they came in.

I know if I throw the ball they might head to Eric who doesn’t hear me out there. I am now on the stoop trying to coax them in with the ball. They both stand there waiting to see what I am going to do with the green ball. I decide to throw it in the house with the door open. “Go Go Go,” I yell. Treats.” Rupert heads inside running with Cleo flying a foot behind. I close the door and they go bounding through the house.

I go back to my writing now hearing the weed eater, locusts and fan.

Suddenly, Cleo is barking. I turn to see her barking out the east window where Eric is weed eating next to the forest. “No Cleo, you can’t go out.”

She stops and I return to writing.

I am almost finished and Eric comes in the back door. “I am going to take a bath,” he says. I think I got into poison ivy.”

I turnaround to see him barefoot carrying his sandels with both dogs now in the same room. “Should you wash those shoes?” I ask. “No,” he replies.

“Why don’t you put them outside in the sun or something,” I recommend. Eric starts to put them in the backyard and then realizes the dogs would probably play with them. “ Put them on the front porch,” I said. I watch him and the dogs head toward the front of the house.

A few minutes later I hear Eric yell “Ge-Ball, Ge-Ball,” and I turn around to see two highly excited dogs and Eric holding the green ball. The dogs hit the screen door and it flies open, the dogs fly out, the green ball goes out flying behind them with Eric yelling “ Get out of here you psychopaths!”

“Now what?” I ask.

“I don’t want them out in the frontyard,” Eric replies.

“How did they get in the frontyard,” I ask.

“They ran out when I took my shoes out there.” I can’t help but laugh knowing our porch is enclosed.

Normal starts again. Eric in the tub, dogs in the backyard, my story finished.

I let the dogs in and decide to go to the gas station. Makayla goes with me. As we are leaving I see Eric’s sandels sitting on the firepit in the sun with all of his beautiful tomato plants intact.

I can’t help but smile.