Earlier this week Andy made margarita chicken. Shiloh helped herself to the marinade. That marinade contained tequila, of course. I had been working on my parents' house and came home to a happy dog. Andy was concerned about how the night would go especially since tequila makes people mean. Apparently it just makes mean dogs goofy. This was an accidental ingestion of alcohol, and while it is tempting to keep this dog so relaxed and nicer than usual, we won't be doing that. So no need to call PETA.
the happy drunk
I found some messes the next morning and thought Shiloh had been throwing up, but after Andy inspected it, he felt that it was just the marinade that she spilled from the bag. There was a substantial spot on her bed, and I did not want to put that in my washer, so I decided it was time for a new bed. When I was considering washing the bed, I started removing the cover from Jules' bed to wash it too and discovered that the inside was in no shape for a washing, so I was then in the market for two dog beds. Hello, Ross. I might add that Jules was giving me a "what do you think you are doing?" look when I was taking her bed apart. Little did she know that it was headed to the dumpster the next day.
Mission accomplished: I found affordable beds at Ross, and two dog beds left the house just in time for trash pick up. The dogs were a little perplexed at first and had not touched the beds when we retired for the evening, but I found that they figured it out sometime during the night. Shiloh was snoozing in her bed when I awoke the next morning. She's not a morning dog, and I mean that. We let her just stay in that snooze mode until she is ready to move - ah, a dog's life. Jules greeted me per usual - anxious to go out but climbed right back into her bed after going out.
So this is pretty much how I left them when I went to work.
bed head
a picture that actually makes Jules look cute
So apparently, sibling rivalry got the better of Shiloh, or maybe the grass just looked greener on the other side because...
this is how Andy left them when he headed out for work on the very same day.
And this afternoon, I came home to this. This dog is not right, but I am really getting a kick out of the whole thing. Of course Jules is not complaining about curling up in a bigger bed.



