Yes, you’ve guessed it! My parents went on a mini vacation and left some very specific instructions for my brother. “Bob isn’t allowed to have people over. And Kerry isn’t allowed to put the dog in any appliances.” Then my brother posted that on facebook and two things happened:
1) I remembered (because I had actually forgotten!) that I was planning another “Funny Situations” for this very week!
and 2) I thought of some new places to put Panda.
Like in the new cabinet in the bathroom:
And in the oven:
And in the microwave:
(Side note, how cute is that sweater?!)
You might think I’m cruel, but I got him that sweater for Christmas! And I was the only one in the whole family to get him any gifts at all.
And I paid him handsomely for his cooperation in this photo shoot with cheese and dog biscuits.
This is where he asked me to please stop putting him in scary places:
“No, Kerry! Stop it! Just stop!” is what I imagine him to be thinking.
Panda wasn’t hurt before, during, or after these pictures were taken. For the record.
My dog and I are basically BFF. I buy him toys, bring him for car rides, try to teach him tricks, and share my pizza with him. In turn, he perches on my back when I’m sleeping, leaves dead ticks in my bed, and chases me around trying to get my sandwich. If that doesn’t scream best friends, I just don’t know what does.
But Panda, he doesn’t like to be cold. He doesn’t like the wind or cold weather. He sleeps with a blanket in the winter and hides his head under it. If it’s raining he refuses to go outside because he’ll be cold AND wet. Yeeeeeks.
How do we solve this? He’s got a mini wardrobe. Sweaters and little t-shirts mostly. He has a puffy down vest, a yellow rain slicker, and that sweatshirt I made him. My brother got him a pink snuggy for Christmas one year.
Well, wouldn’t you know. I found dog pajamas!
I don’t consider this dog abuse. He has plenty of room to move around and be free, while at the same time staying warm and stylish.
I wish target had dog clothes all year instead of just at the holidays.
Look! He’s taking a nap!
Last year my parents went away around Christmas and this happened:
He also spent some time in a cabinet, the hamper, the dryer, and the dishwasher. I don’t know how it happened, and I don’t know who he got to take the pictures, but needless to say, it happened.
And there’s a lot of potential for more Funny Situations starring Panda this year!
If you were me, and you had a dog you called Panda, and Panda was very trusting of you, and Panda really liked cheese, and Panda would stay just about anywhere if he though cheese would get in his mouth, where would you put him?
Comment or email your suggestions now!
While I was picking out some extravagant wrappings, I came across this card:
That’s exactly what Panda would look like if we let his hair grow out! EXACTLY!
Inside it says something like, “even when we both have bad hair days.” I sealed it up before I photographed it. Oops.
We have a running joke in our family that Mom and Panda have matching hair. Really curly, can be tamed, instantly springs back to curls the second it gets wet (which includes humid air), and neither of them like to go outside when it’s raining!
Obviously I couldn’t give this card to her, my hair looks great when it rains (no, it doesn’t). The card would absolutely have to come from Panda.
So this year, Panda got my Mom a card and a gift. Spoiler alert! It’s a crossword puzzle book. Which works out great because now they’ll be able to curl up together on the couch on the weekends and keep each other warm while Mom works on crossword puzzles and Panda naps.
My dog likes to perch on people and things. If he finds you sleeping in bed, he’ll climb up on your back and sit down. If you’re in a chair he’ll try to get in your lap. He sits on the tops of chairs and sofas, like a cat, instead of on the cushion part. And once in a while he’ll take a nap under the foot stool.
But my FAVORITE is this:
My mom falls asleep on the sofa at night and Panda walks across her body like a sheep on a mountain range and settles down on her shoulders. And she sleeps through it!
When a normal dog is given a milk bone, it eats it. Yum yum yum and it’s gone. Not my dog. First he has to lunge at it and jump away, as if he’ intimidating the bone.
He’ll toss it in the air a couple times and try to catch it. It will either land on the floor or bonk him in the head.
He’ll nab it and gnaw it a bit.
Then he has to roll around on top it, like he’s marking it. We have no other dogs, so I’m not sure who he’s trying to send a message to. He spends the most time on this part – sneezing and checking the bone often to make sure it’s still there.
When he’s satisfied, he just eats it. Nothing fancy, just crunch crunch crunch and licks up the crumbs. He’ll look at you and cock his head like YOU’RE the crazy one.
My mom thinks it’s because he doesn’t have any dog friends.