Indy didn’t have as great a time on vacation as we did. My brother and sister in law watched him for us. Apparently staying with 2 adults, 1 baby, 1 small pony (aka their great dane), and 2 evil cats is not Indy’s idea of a vacation.
I know this because my brother Ben kept a daily journal for Indy. And I have copied it here for your pleasure.
Indy’s Daily Journal
Day 1: Pooped a musher on kitchen floor. Somehow got into garbage and pulled it out onto floor.
Day 2: Pooped in kitchen.
Day 3: Tried to hump Ben’s leg.
Day 4: 1:00a.m. – Diarrhea on bedroom wall/trim/carpet. Jumped on bed (white sheets) with poopy feet.
Day 5: Poops and pukes in kennel – requires full bath. Nala pukes (from having to smell Indy all afternoon?) Kitties corner Indy then turn on each other; hair everywhere. Indy is scared.
Day 6: Kitties make really scary noises at Indy. Several incidents of hissing, barking, chasing. All parties are equally guilty.
Day 7: Indy has solid poop! Kitties claim downstairs. Dogs are left with upstairs. Indy requires an escort to get to backyard.
Day 9: Ben attempts to workout downstairs with all pets in one room. Ha!
Day 10: Jetta (kitty) goes outside with Indy and Nala. Indy runs straight for Jetta, then thinks better of it. He’s learning!
Day 11: Ben and Kim arrange to pick up Indy tomorrow morning. Ben calls back an hour later and says the kitties cornered Indy and a major fight ensued. Indy is shaking. Stella (kitty) appears to have lost the use of her back legs. Kim saves Indy from terrible fate. Stella miraculously recovers.
I can’t make this up people! Oh, and does this journal remind you of anything?
ha ha..poor Indie…that’s the vacation from hell~~~of course Max & Minnie in the meantime were living it up!!
You forgot to tell everyone that you found a kitty nail in Indy’s belly when you got home! It was from Stella, she is missing a front nail. It was quite tramatic for Indy. When Stella was acting like she couldn’t move her back legs part of me was kind of hoping she’d just keel over. Those cats are evil.
I totally forgot that part! He had little scabs on his belly too. Poor buddy.
OH MY GOD KIMMY THAT IS WAY TOOOOO FUNNY!…I SHOULD HAVE KEPT A JOURNAL!…..
1- TOOK THE CREW FOR A WALK….MAX LED THE WAY AND SHOWED THE OTHER’S HOW TO WALK WITH “POODLE PRIDE”…ACTUALLY JERSEY THOUGHT HE WAS GAY, (NOT THAT THERE’S ANYTHING WRONG WITH THAT) AND SLUMBERED ALONG PEEING ON EVERY TREE—WHEN MINNIE TRIED TO PEE, MAX WOULD PEE ON TOP OF HER (SO HER BEAUTIFUL WHITE COAT TURNED YELLOW)
Well it wasn’t all bad:) After the first 4 days (when he was sick), I think he started having fun with me and Nala. And Ella absolutely loved him! For days after he left, when we were playing in her room, she would look towards her bedroom door to see if he was going to show up. Also, as long as his leash was tied to the stroller, he was an excellent walker! And like you predicted, he LOVED hanging out in the back yard.
Those darn evil cats.
P.S. I FORGOT TO DEFINE “POODLE PRIDE” : WALKING WITH SNOOT UP IN THE AIR (LIKE HE THINKS HIS POODLE POOP DOESN’T STINK) WITH HIS EARS FLOWING BACK AND TAIL ERECT WITH A HIGH TOE STEPPING PRANCE (NOW YOU UNDERSTAND HOW JERSEY FELT)