A lot has changed in our family since I started this blog. In the beginning, we had four pets: Selby, Emerson, Lord Dormir, and Sir Oliver. Of those four, only Sir Oliver remains. He’s a quiet old man with a classic case of resting bitch face, but he’s sweet and he loves our teenaged daughter more than anything else in the world.
You’ve met Wordsworth, of course. He’s still a handsome guy who loves to explore and also loves to lounge around with people.
In August of 2015, we were joined by Count Rugen “Cuddles” com Bigglesworth IV (a/k/a “The Count”, or “Count”, or sometimes “CAAAAAAAT”, followed closely by “GETBACKINTHEHOUSE” or “GETOFFOFTHECOUNTER!”). He was raised with a puppy so he mostly tends to prefer the company of the dogs and enjoys chasing Sir Oliver around the house.
In January 2016, we met Butler. How he came to join our family is too good of a story to sum up in one sentence, so I’ll have to make that a separate post. This goofy boy loves coming to work with me at the groomer, just like Emerson did.
Selby was born January 27, 2005 on a farm in Minnesota. We drove down to the farm that spring intending to bring home a boy puppy, but his sister was the one who stole our hearts instead. She was playful and goofy and had the sweetest face. While her brother kept getting distracted by other things, the girl puppy was far more interested in us.
Me: Emerson! Selby! Come inside!
Emerson: Okay Mama! *galumph galumph*
Selby: I cannot hear you. I am busy sniffing the snow and pretending not to hear you.
Me: *waking up* UGH. What time is it?
Clock: It is 3:45 AM.
Me: Man, it is really cold outside.
Selby: Did you say “OUTSIDE”? I like to go outside! Can I please go outside?
Me: Okay but it’s 16 degrees below zero. That’s very cold.
WHAT USUALLY HAPPENS WHEN I LET THE DOGS OUTSIDE:
Selby: YES PLEASE!
Emerson: Okay I guess.
*A few minutes later*
Emerson: Okay I’m done can I come in now?
Me: Yes you can come in. Selby, time to come inside.
Selby: Oh. Okay I guess. *pout*
WHAT HAPPENS WHEN I LET THE DOGS OUTSIDE JUST BEFORE I GO OUT OF TOWN WITHOUT THEM:
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Me: Hey guys, this is my friend’s cavachon. His name is Chester, and he’ll be staying with us this weekend.
Selby: Hello Chester. Let’s go outside.
Emerson: Hi Chester! I’m going to sniff your butt for an uncomfortably long time.
Chester: Okay. I’m going to go pee on this fence.
Emerson & Selby: Oh boy, pee-mail! *sniffsniffsniffsniffsniff*
Me: What does it say?
Selby: It says “This fence belongs to Chester.”
Chester: I’m also going to pee on the corner of the garage.
Me: What does that one say?
Emerson: “This building also belongs to Chester.”
Chester: And the house.
Chester: And this tree stump.
Emerson: “Heck with it. Everything in this yard belongs to Chester.”
Me: Aren’t you going to pee on those spots too or something? You know, to remind him that it’s actually your yard.
Emerson: No, Mama, that’s silly. I don’t care whose yard it is as long as I still get to roll in the leaves and nap in the sun.
Me: We’re home!
Selby: Yay! I love home! Oh look it’s Papa! I haven’t seen him in 8 hours. That’s almost practically FOREVER! PAPA I MISSED YOU SO MUCH!
Ian: Hi Selby! Did you have a good time at the groomer’s?
Selby: Hi Mama, what are you doing?
Me: I’m holding this cat.
Selby: Why are you holding the cat?
Teah (a coworker): Hi everyone! Oooh, I love Saint Bernards. Selby you are a pretty dog!
Selby: Thank you! As a reward for your kind words, you may scratch my belly.
Teah: I’d be delighted to scratch your belly.
Selby: Of course you would. Everyone loves to scratch my belly. A little to the left.
[Editor’s note: This is a series of conversations I wrote on my other blog last summer, when I brought Selby to work at the groomer’s with me.]