She was minding her own business this afternoon, innocently lying in a sunbeam in the kitchen and just about to doze off for a nice nap when my urgent call rings down the stairs.
“Agatha, here girl, here Aggie, come on AGATHA!”
She comes to the bottom of the steps and peers up at me, trying to decide if I really have need of her assistance or is this just another one of my random Instagram moments.
She is SO over Instagram.
This dog is too smart, I try to hide my iPhone and the fact that in my Instagram frenzy, I’m already taking her picture.
Her eyes glaze a bit, she carefully weighs the benefits of obedience and the pain of extreme canine boredom and with a heavy sigh begins to trudge half-heartedly up the stairs.
She is SO over Pinterest.
I have to blame Fixer Upper, or maybe my favorite decorating blog, Thistlewood Farms (LOVE Kari Anne!), but suddenly I’m seized with the desire to freshen up our farmhouse. My dog’s very easy part in this endeavor is simply to pose attractively in whatever space I’m currently trying to share with the world.
Theoretically, this is a great idea, she’s beautiful, and what is more amazing than a gorgeous dog posing in a beautiful room?
The problem is that it helps if said dog cooperates and poses attractively instead of looking like the boredom is so overwhelming she could weep, which rather spoils the effect I’m aiming for…
So, I’ve been working on my landing, trying to create a relaxing place to read when the cold weather drives us inside for our long Ohio winter. Excursions through Homegoods and perusing Wayfair have helped me find these beautiful wingback chairs, a cute little cupboard stands between them looking completely adorable. All that I ask of my pretty little Cavalier is that she pose attractively in front of them.
Aforementioned Cavalier/Staging/Prop dog plods wearily over and sits with a truly hang-dog expression staring dejectedly at my wonderful chairs.
Her front feet splay out, obviously she is almost too weak to stand erect.
“Really, life is so unfair,” she says, “why in the name of all that’s reasonable do I have to waste perfectly good nap time staring at a CHAIR???”
She gazes wearily out the window, hoping for rescue from any avenue.
I chirp at her encouragingly, pleading with her to look glamorous and interested in the process.
She responds by yawning hugely.
(Obviously, she has more important things on her to-do list “Can we please just get this over with so I can get back to my nap?!” she asks.
Soon, her version of doggie torture is over and we head back downstairs, I switch on the TV, oh JOY it’s a Fixer Upper marathon!
Agatha asks if we didn’t just watch this episode recently?
My sometimes good dog settles in for a few minutes perusing all things shiplap. “Who knows,” she says “perhaps mom will break out the popcorn!”
(Does anyone else notice a startling resemblance?)
Agatha thinks she really should have her own HGTV reality show, after all, she’s definitely got the looks for it…
Pumpkiny Puppy Hugs,
PS Doing any decorating out there? Is your dog as totally bored by it as mine is? Anyone else love Fixer Upper or is it just Agatha & I lol?!?