Thursday, October 13, 2011
I Call Him Monkey
Owen is being a two-year old today. He is leading me a merry chase. Literally. He has run around the yard stark naked and barefoot, laughing his ass off with me behind him saying, "Owen, Owen! You do not have your clothes on. You do not have your shoes on!"
He does not care. He was happy. He flopped on the ground and had dirt everywhere. Including in the penis area. This did not trouble him one bit. In fact, it made him happy.
He peed off the front steps of the porch. This made me happy. He's such a boy.
He's been eating dogfood every chance he gets. In fact, this is what he's eaten today since he's been at my house:
A large banana
Some smoked turkey
One and one half energy bars
Four raw beans from the garden
A wild phlox blossom
He has not taken a nap. He has drunk juice and cossie (coffee- warm water in a mug.) He's ridden his horse, he's helped me clean out the hen house, he's patted the goats, we've read books. He's played with his farm, he's ridden his scooter bike. We've collected eggs. He played in the sink with the water and the coffee drip funnel for about fifteen minutes. He's taken Buster for a walk on the leash. He's gone in my office and told me not to come in. He's had a bath and gotten dirty again.
These are the things I can think of that he's done and that we've done. There are others, believe me.
All right. Here's one more thing he did. It's not a very good picture but I was laughing so hard I almost couldn't take it.
That's a boy. Half in and half out of the dog door.
We are ALL going to sleep well tonight.