Necklac-Lee: Odie goes to the Beach

Friday, June 18, 2010

Odie goes to the Beach

It's been decided ... we are 90% sure that Eddie will be renamed to Odie.
He's been with us for two months now and he STILL, every day, over and over again, tries to play with the cats. Both have beaten him up numerous times and scared his little face forever. Thank goodness he has fur so nobody can see the scars on his face from all these "denied again" encounters with the cat-girls. I am sure he tells the other pups at puppy-school about his dangerous encounters and shows off his scars to prove it.
Zoe just hisses at him if he comes within her 5 mile-personal-space radius and Meow looks at him as if she'd say "just try it one more time. I dare you! I'll show you how to play my friend ...!"
But he doesn't learn ... NOOOO ... he just doesn't get it. He bends down, puts his waggy tail up and talks to them in his yodeling squeaky voice "want to play, want to , want to ... come'on, want to now....yes, yes????!!!. I don't think he'll ever get it, it's a hopeless case. So the name Odie seems to be just too perfect for him .... we shall see if it takes on.

Anyhow, Odie aka Eddie took his first dip in the ocean (first front toe and all ...) yesterday. We drove down to SC for a little RR and fun at the beach. The weather was better than amazing. We all enjoyed the trip, especially my little sis who now has a humongous sunburn to show off :)
Ed barfed all the way down there (we had him in the crate this time, knowing he'd be puking out his guts.) It was quite a sight when I got him out of the crate ... erghhhhh .... he stank, the crate stank, everything was full with ... yuuuukkkkk. I have cleaned kids puke for over 5 years now, changes thousands of poop diapers (I am sure), got projectile-vomited on all of L's first 8 months of her life, peed on and pooped on (by both of my Ls!!!) but that almost made me barf too. Gross BIG TIME!!!!

Anywho ... he did make it out of the car alive and then got his first smell and feel of the "Big Blue". He didn't like the water very much but I remember it took Will a few trips as well.
After a while he got used to it and almost had fun when this huge waive came and crushed his happy world and little butt :). Julia had him on the leash and said it felt like she was trying to hold a 80 lbs dog.
After that he had had it. That was enough for him! From that point on he was not going to go near that "big wet thing" anymore. He hang out at the "camp site" and slept all the way back without any more barfing attacks (my guess is his tummy was empty and his brain too tired to think about getting car-sick). All in all we had a fabulous time ... take a peak.

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