I Feel Like a Dad
Posted in October 6th, 2010 by Phil | Filed under My Life | Comments (2)
For those of you who do not know, I live in a house in Provo, UT with three other guys my age. We are all over twenty-four years old and are pretty mature for being college age boys. There is, however, a big difference between being mature and responsible.
Now I understand you might be wondering what possible difference there could be between being mature and being responsible. They are synonyms after all. But what happens when you take a couple of twenty-somethings and put them in a four bedroom house with an eight week and a six week old puppy? Irresponsibility.
My good friend Payden Thompson is a wild land firefighter. That means for weeks on end he hikes around mountains digging trenches, clearing brushes and saving the rest of us from burning. Payden is a great man who has always wanted two dogs, a husky and a boxer. So he got the bright idea to get not just one of them, but both of them, and get them young so they can learn to love him from a young age. The only problem is he decided to do this during the height of fire season in Utah. So while Payden is hiking around the mountains battling thousand degree blazes of fire, I’m at home playing mom to two puppies who’s favorite habits are pooping, peeing, vomiting, and chewing anything they can.
I tell you, I feel like I am a single father caring for two newborn kids. I have to wake up at all hours of the night to make sure they puppies don’t pee all over my bed or anywhere else for that matter (they do enough of that on their own). One morning Sawyer, the husky, decided he wanted to over eat and puked all over the floor. And I’m not talking small piles of puke, I am talking big puke piles of half eaten dog food. All I could do is think to myself “I really don’t want to clean up vomit”. Luckily, I didn’t have to. Echo, the boxer, decided he would clean it up for me and ate the whole pile. Soon after he decided to make room for his food by taking a nice little dump right in the middle of the floor.
Yeah, I know that is graphic, but honestly I shouldn’t be the only one who has to deal with this stuff. I have cleaned up more urine in the last three weeks than I ever did when I had a bed wetting problem. That is a lot of urine, trust me and if you don’t feel free to ask my family.
The sad thing is, I am a cat guy! My brothers all had dogs, I always had a cat. I didn’t have to do anything but scratch it for five minutes every other day and it was fine. Now I’m running around before and after work stopping the two dogs from fighting with each other, or eating another DVD or any number of other horribly ridiculous things they would rather be doing.But even after that, I still love the little fetchers. Let me introduce you to them:
The Husky:
Name: Sawyer Thompson
Age: 10 weeks
Weight: 14.5 lbs
Height: 1’5″
Favorite Toy:
Sawyer loves to spend is days chewing on his brother Echo. His favorite trick to do is grab Echo by the collar and politely thrash and drag him around in the yard. If Echo by chance gets away, Sawyer loves to surprise attack him by plowing him over at full speed.
The Boxer:
Name: Echo Thompson
Age: 8 Weeks
Weight: 10 lbs
Height: 1′
Favorite Toy:
Echo like to spend his time urinating on anything he can. Be it floors, newspapers, grass, concrete, or carpet, Echo will leave his mark on any surface. Recently, he has expanded his fun to picking on his older brother Sawyer. He will hop on Sawyer in the middle of a nap and begin to growl as ferociously as his small boxer body can. This continues until Sawyer gets annoyed where he will begin to drag him across the lawn just prove a point.
These are my roommates pooches that have become kids of my own. Even if I don’t like it, you have to love these two fetchin’ dogs.
October 6, 2010 at 8:14 pm
Ha! Phil!
That was the greatest post! We loved it! Very funny and very true. You’re the best mother two little poopies could have. The bio of these two bachelors is very fitting. Uncle Mike and Aunt Nikki are more than happy to give you a break any day of the week! Thanks for sharing your wonderful life with us keep up the good work!
October 7, 2010 at 2:14 am
I hate dogs.