If you've ever had a dog that you spend a significant amount of time with, you know what I mean when I say they have human personalities. Gibby, barely 1/2 a year old, is a BONEafied (hehe) schizophrenic.
Her first personality is one of a sweet child that wants nothing more than to please her parents. This personality is rarely seen by anyone but Jace and me because she gets so darn excited when anyone else is around. It is my favorite and can be very comforting when the day has not gone well. She licked the tears out of my eyes the other day although this is most likely because tears are salty rather than because she didn't want to see me sad.
Next is the child stuck in the terrible twos. She zooms around the house leaving traces of toilet paper in her wake. She will jump on anything that moves and lick the nose right off your face. This is the Gibby you will most likely see if you stop in. This is also the Gibby that scares the crap out of Jackson and caused him to sit on the bathroom counter for an hour, sobbing while Gibbs was no where near. The mere thought of her charging forward, ready to pounce is enough to send him heading for the hills.
Every once in awhile we swear we can see her eyes glare red and her evil personality appears. This only happens when she's baring her teeth and barking her fool head off. The only times we see this Gibby is when we tease her to her breaking point and then laugh as she growls and tries to get a good shot at our jugular. The funny thing about this one is that her tail wags throughout so we know she's playing with us too. She really isn't evil.
Another one of her personalities is one of a homeless 40 year old man who hasn't eaten for days. This one is sneaky and ready to swipe anything that even resembles food. The sound of the refrigerator will send her running from anywhere in the house and she will sit next to me throughout meal preparation in hopes of a dropped crumb. The first time we found Gibby to be a thief was the day that Jace set his plate of BUFFALO chicken tenders on the couch "out of her reach" and went to the restroom only to come back to an empty plate and a dog desperate for a drink. The next time was literally astonishing. I spent a good amount of time slaving over the stove to make one amazing omelet. 3 eggs, pieces of bacon, onion, cheese, and other tasty additions were done and ready for my enjoyment. I transferred my omelet from the skillet to my plate and took one glorious bite before leaving it on the counter top, again "out of reach", and headed to the other room for a tissue. Coming back into the kitchen, something seemed different....what was it? Then I saw her. Sitting, head bowed, lips being licked, eyes wide with the sudden realization that her action may have a consequence. Sure enough.. my plate was empty although still in the same position I left it. "What did you do?!" Was all I said, slightly amused yet seriously disappointed about not having my meal. She stood up, hung her head, put her tail between her legs and slooooowly walked into the other room to think about what she did. Since that time I have caught her, paws on the counter, sniffing for crumbs or dirty plates to lick. After putting together a lasagna and waiting for the oven to get hot enough to bake it I caught her stretching her tongue to a ridiculous length to lap up the sauce from the top layer! We still ate it.... baking heat kills germs, right? The latest happened today. Jace grabbed his Pop Tart, sat on the couch next to the arm rest, and flipped on the t.v. Gibby crept beside the couch, slowly raised her furry head, and began to lick the Pop Tart in his hand without his knowledge. He quickly realized what was going on when she began nibbling on it. We both were laughing so hard at her that she took full advantage, swiping the last bit and heading to a secluded spot to finish.
We love her in all of her states and can't wait to meet the rest of her hidden personalities as she ages. ( I was going to say "as she grows" but we are hoping that's done with!)
Her first personality is one of a sweet child that wants nothing more than to please her parents. This personality is rarely seen by anyone but Jace and me because she gets so darn excited when anyone else is around. It is my favorite and can be very comforting when the day has not gone well. She licked the tears out of my eyes the other day although this is most likely because tears are salty rather than because she didn't want to see me sad.
Next is the child stuck in the terrible twos. She zooms around the house leaving traces of toilet paper in her wake. She will jump on anything that moves and lick the nose right off your face. This is the Gibby you will most likely see if you stop in. This is also the Gibby that scares the crap out of Jackson and caused him to sit on the bathroom counter for an hour, sobbing while Gibbs was no where near. The mere thought of her charging forward, ready to pounce is enough to send him heading for the hills.
Every once in awhile we swear we can see her eyes glare red and her evil personality appears. This only happens when she's baring her teeth and barking her fool head off. The only times we see this Gibby is when we tease her to her breaking point and then laugh as she growls and tries to get a good shot at our jugular. The funny thing about this one is that her tail wags throughout so we know she's playing with us too. She really isn't evil.
Another one of her personalities is one of a homeless 40 year old man who hasn't eaten for days. This one is sneaky and ready to swipe anything that even resembles food. The sound of the refrigerator will send her running from anywhere in the house and she will sit next to me throughout meal preparation in hopes of a dropped crumb. The first time we found Gibby to be a thief was the day that Jace set his plate of BUFFALO chicken tenders on the couch "out of her reach" and went to the restroom only to come back to an empty plate and a dog desperate for a drink. The next time was literally astonishing. I spent a good amount of time slaving over the stove to make one amazing omelet. 3 eggs, pieces of bacon, onion, cheese, and other tasty additions were done and ready for my enjoyment. I transferred my omelet from the skillet to my plate and took one glorious bite before leaving it on the counter top, again "out of reach", and headed to the other room for a tissue. Coming back into the kitchen, something seemed different....what was it? Then I saw her. Sitting, head bowed, lips being licked, eyes wide with the sudden realization that her action may have a consequence. Sure enough.. my plate was empty although still in the same position I left it. "What did you do?!" Was all I said, slightly amused yet seriously disappointed about not having my meal. She stood up, hung her head, put her tail between her legs and slooooowly walked into the other room to think about what she did. Since that time I have caught her, paws on the counter, sniffing for crumbs or dirty plates to lick. After putting together a lasagna and waiting for the oven to get hot enough to bake it I caught her stretching her tongue to a ridiculous length to lap up the sauce from the top layer! We still ate it.... baking heat kills germs, right? The latest happened today. Jace grabbed his Pop Tart, sat on the couch next to the arm rest, and flipped on the t.v. Gibby crept beside the couch, slowly raised her furry head, and began to lick the Pop Tart in his hand without his knowledge. He quickly realized what was going on when she began nibbling on it. We both were laughing so hard at her that she took full advantage, swiping the last bit and heading to a secluded spot to finish.
We love her in all of her states and can't wait to meet the rest of her hidden personalities as she ages. ( I was going to say "as she grows" but we are hoping that's done with!)
That hairball is cute, but scares the beegeebees out of my son! Can't you control your kid?!?!?! Even though I am a little bit taller than Jack, having Gibby come charging full force at me sends a shiver of fear up MY spine. And I'm also a little bit more mature (no, that does not mean older) than he...
ReplyDeleteP.S. Who is Gibby's hair dresser? I think you need to fire her!