So, having Homer in the house is basically like living with a toddler. (Newsflash Homer: I raised two toddlers at once!) He’s always on the move, begs for treats, & is constantly doing things he shouldn’t be doing like licking the dishes in the dishwasher, putting his paws on the counter (as evidenced above), chewing on my coffee table, and, well, even bringing a dead bird into the house!
One morning last week, Hayden called me into the living room saying Homer had something in his mouth. As soon as he dropped it, I knew what it was. A bird…even though it looked like a chewed up hash brown. Travis was already at work, I was near tears, and Hadley, for once in her life, was speechless. Hayden bravely got the dust pan and retrieved the bird. As soon as he got a good look at it, he continued to yell, “It has a beak. IT HAS A BEAK!” while running with the dust pan outside to the garbage can. I hugged him (after he washed his hands) and told him he that he was my hero! 😂
Later, after I texted my dad, brother and Travis, all said something to the effect of, “Well, I guess he is part retriever!” While that’s a cute response, I’m not sure they were completely understanding the trauma I had experienced that morning. 😂
Later that evening, I was telling Hayden about what they said and what retrievers are bred to do, so I guess it made sense that Homer was acting on his instincts.
The next day, Hayden was lying on the living room floor which is fair game for Homer thinking he wanted to play with him. While Homer licked him and nipped at him a bit while playing, Hayden was laughing and said, “Homer! Quit retrieving me!” I busted out laughing. 😂
Needless to say the kids AND Homer keep us on our toes…and like when my kids were in the toddler phase, I always held on tight until nap time. They are always the cutest when they are sleep 😉
I hope you have a great weekend.
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