Annie is now very much a teenager. She understands the rules, but she can’t be bothered to obey them. She doesn’t grab every piece of underwear from the hamper like she used to, but she will grab a pair if she’s feeling spunky and ignored. She is no longer a rampaging menace in our house, but has grown into more of a patient, conniving menace. You know, like a dragon. The moment she starts hoarding treasure, my suspicions will be confirmed, but until then I’ll be keeping a careful eye on our suspected Draco Canis Ferritus. At any rate, we needed to celebrate the second anniversary of the she-beast’s hatching, and like any good celebration, ours centered around cupcakes.After learning that I had forgotten to buy Annie her birthday cupcakes, I asked the girls what she might enjoy instead. I honestly don’t remember being assigned the task of cupcake gathering, but then I’m just the dumb ol’ man in the house, and I hardly listen worth a damn anyway, so it wasn’t much of a surprise to anyone involved that I forgot to get them. Meghan suggested that Annie would enjoy having butter instead of cupcakes. We all agreed, so Lauren got to work making the perfect birthday-butter surprise.
Actually that doesn’t even closely reflect who I am. If you want a real measure of the depth of my madness, consider this: not only did I feel the need to photograph the candle-laden butter, I also had to do a complete re-shoot with a china saucer the next day. Why? The image of the butter in a tub did not properly reflect my artistic vision. We artists are a peculiar bunch, and we’ll go to great lengths to fulfill our visions. Either that or I’m mentally ill – both conclusions are equally plausible given the evidence offered.
We blew out the candles for Annie, mostly because no matter how much we tried, we couldn’t get either of the dogs to make the “O” shape with their big droopy lips. That, and we worried that Annie would eat the candles while they were still lit, which as we would later see, was a valid concern. While Colleen held the butter treat for Annie, Lauren occupied Guinness by feeding him Snausages. Guinness was pretty sure that Annie was getting something wonderful, and he really wanted to go take it from her, but Mommy kept feeding him Snausages. His head swinging back and forth from Annie to Mommy would have been comical if not for the drool he was slinging all over himself.
Within seconds, Annie had consumed the butter and the party was over. It was only a half-stick, so she made pretty quick work of it. I lost count of how many Snausages Guinness got, and he finally stopped drooling about 36 hours later. Annie didn’t play with her new toy, and she wasn’t impressed by her pretty new collar. She really just wanted more butter.
The next day, when I decided to re-shoot the butter scene using vision-inspiring fine china, I also decided to use my white foam board as a back drop. These boards are only a couple of dollars at any office supply store, so it’s not like they’re expensive, but I try to get as much use from them as possible. Luckily I assumed Annie would destroy this one because… well… she did.
Now if you’re clever with math like I am, you will have noticed that we started with two candles, yet ended up with one. Here’s where all those years of school pay off, because yes, we were now missing one candle. I’ll save you the unnecessary suspense: Annie ate the other one. My foam board was ruined, the butter was gone, there was drool everywhere and one of the candles was missing. I guess we should have been thankful that she didn’t eat the plate. Good thing we blew out the candles!
If you’ve ever wondered what it’s like to live in our house, consider that not only did we give our dog butter for her birthday, but I also cut the candles to fit said butter before photographing it for our dog’s birthday – twice.
So once again, Annie got the butter, but this time it was OK because it was her birthday, or her hatchday, or whatever you call the anniversary of ferret-dogs she-beasts coming into this world. Maybe to avoid confusion we should just yell “Happy Butterday!”
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4 thoughts on “Annie and the Butter – Part III”
I love it. Be careful not to get Annie around the rotten rowdy Rhodey Ridges though. The world would definitely be done for. WTG Annie, keep ’em guessing.
Mudji did not really mature till he was 5! Yup, FIVE! You’d give him directions to stay in the yard while you were outside. He’d look at you.. look at the woods.. looks at you.. and then… off like a flash!
Happy Butterday! Annie!!! We are glad you are here!
Well as far as Landseer’s are concerned, Ricky is 31/2 and still acts like he’s only 3 months. Except he is a Dragon-butter or anything else I can get my tougnue on-Always a Bratty lil kid-Ferret-He beast-Smoochin-Dog.
Landseers never mature, Merlin is almost 7, need I say more…….
Happy butterday, Annie!!