Bueller celebrated his 8th birthday this past week. I was feeling less than loving towards him, so he kind of got the shaft: no birthday cake or giant rawhide to celebrate.Bueller has been naughtier than usual lately. His recent antics are focused on food stealing/sneaking. Last week, someone devoured a half of a stick of butter from the butter dish and left the butter knife that was resting on the dish completely un-disturbed...it was like the butter literally disappeared. While the Great Butter Mystery of 2009 will likely go unsolved, the prime suspect is the Master of Deception who has spent eight years perfecting his craft.
The good thing is Bueller has been slightly more tolerant with Bodie. Boden tosses food from his high chair which makes him the perfect partner in crime for Bueller. It's funny to watch Boden hand over things like bananas and green beans to Bueller: Bueller sniffs them, licks them and drops them to the floor, then looks back up at Boden as if to say, "No, no, not that crap, kid, gimme the good stuff." No fruits or vegetables for this dog.
I'm feeling a little sympathy towards Bueller these days, though, because he will be missing out on a bit of the hunting season this year. It's a long story, but since his hind leg "issue" in January, he's reinjured it and we found out he has a torn hamstring and broke his fibula. The fibula is healed but he needs physical therapy to repair the hamstring...a) how wonderful would a career in canine PT be? and b) therapy likely means he's going to be a bigger JA than usual.
We haven't broken the news to him, yet. I'm sure it will be crushing and I'm prepared to spend some long weekends babying him while Sloan is off chasing "chickens".
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