Tuesday, March 28, 2006

Curiosity killed the frog

So the other night, Eddie and I are engaging in the preliminaries of an appropriately adult diversion (if children can navigate through that sentence - then they know what we are talking about anyways).

Well, Ashford was in his dog bed. Hastings, as usual, thinks that this is an unfortunate habit which Eddie and I have; so he goes into the bathroom, where he practices a form of denial (if I can't see it , then it isn't happening).

Trevor, on the other, decides to watch.

This is disconcerting and throws me off my game. Trevor is tossed off the bed, and he jumps back up. Reoccurrence returns the same result again. So we retrieve a toy for the pup to play with. Fortunately, it seemed to work. Trevor played with the toy on the floor. Unfortunately, we picked a toy frog which, by squeezing, Trevor could make go "Rebit Rebit". He got better at this too, so as our amorous adventures proceeded, the "Rebit"ing increased in frequency.

Let me just say, it is hard to stay on your game in such an environment. But, after a while, the "Rebit"ing stopped, and we proceeded apace. Until we looked at the foot of the bed. Where Trevor was perched on the comforter, frog in mouth, intently watching us. When caught in this pose, he smiled, squeezed the frog and said, "Rebit".

We kicked him out of the bedroom and enjoyed ourselves. When we let him back in an hour later he had, in true Terrier fashion, crapped right outside the door to let us know he was annoyed to have missed the floor show.