While I squandered the first two days of this workweek lying on the couch in a sickly pallor, Ted enjoyed the rare opportunity to spend time outside his crate. He is not completely housebroken yet — which will be remedied this summer, if all goes as planned — so I have to put him in his crate when I leave for work. Judging from his activities when I was home with him, Ted sleeps all day, so there’s no need to pity the imprisoned doggie. Getting to hang out in the living room with me was quite the thrill for him, despite my invalid status.
On Monday, I held Ted on my lap and overdosed on A Wedding Story, What Not to Wear, and various HGTV fare. He got restless every now and then, and I had to pop him into his crate whenever I needed to make a cup of tea or microwave something, so it wasn’t the best situation. We had a pretty good day together, but that night, I mused to JG that I wished I could have walked Ted around the house on a leash. That way, I could give him some freedom of movement, but I wouldn’t have to chase him all around if I needed to catch him.
“Well,” JG said, “why don’t you?”
Huh.
My time at home on Tuesday went much more smoothly. Behold!
I managed to get the loop of another leash under the foot of our couch, so Ted was restricted to the area around and under our Ikea coffee table. He ambled around contentedly, sniffing for his toys. In his efforts to follow his new favorite one, he wound himself around the table legs, and it was very amusing to weave him back around to untangle himself. Eventually, though, Ted hopped up on the couch to sit with me, and he fell asleep in sundry adorable positions that almost made me forget my weakened state. He’s a good bedside companion, that Ted.
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When Smalls came to work with me, she lived on her leash. After the first few times I stuck her in her crate and made my coworkers listen to her cry when I had to go make a copy or deliver a manuscript to an editor, having her trot around the office beside me wherever I went was a welcome change.
He’s so cute. How old is Ted?
I always wonder what our cats do all day when we’re gone. And then when I have the day off, I’m reminded that all they do is sleep. All day.
My dogs sleep all day too. No wonder they are so crazy when I come home from work.
When Rufus was still little, we did the leash around the house thing. It’s a good solution.
Still in lurve with Ted.
What a nice dog! Although, I guess if Ted is used to being kenneled during the day, the leash feels like a good amount of freedom, right?
If only he could be trained to fetch orange juice and saltine crackers.
Oh so cute. I’m in the same not-quite-housebroken stage with my pup. It’s tough to balance the freedom with the for-the-love-of-god-don’t-poop rule.
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