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Enzo the Great Tolerator

July 30, 2009 by Shannon

Our poor dog. Kellan seems to think that Enzo is meant to be his own personal jungle gym. And “recipe” taste tester. And amusement park ride. This is how Enzo’s typical day goes:

• Go outside to take a leak on the magnolia tree. Or the hammock post. Or poop near the hammock post. Or both. 
• Jump around with excitement when Kellan and I step outside, hoping that we’ll play fetch with him. (Which entails throwing the ball once or twice, then waiting for Enzo to carbo load or drink his entire bowl of water, while I stand around waiting. Fun.)
• Sulk beneath the apple tree, when he realizes Kellan and I are just outside to water flowers.



• Come inside to rest on the floor, only to be covered by a mound of baby blankets and directed to “Shhh. Go to sleep now, Enzo.” 
• Get up and shake off all the blankets.
• Get covered up again.
• Shake off all the blankets again and stand by the door, begging to go out.
• Come inside at lunchtime to scan the floor for dropped food.
• Get yelled at to go lay down about five or six times.
• Pass out for an hour or so during Kellan’s “quiet time.”

      
• Wake up to find that “quiet time” is most certainly over, when Kellan tries to ride him like a horse.
• Stand up, which knocks Kellan to the floor.
• Wag profusely and lay back ears when Kellan starts crying.
• Politely refuse “tastes” of Kellan’s newest “recipes.” 
• Get covered by another mound of baby blankets. 

And to think I was once worried that Enzo’s sometimes frenetic attitude would make him impatient with kids. Come to find out, we couldn’t have asked for a more tolerant dog. 

Now if I could just borrow half of Enzo’s patience. I wouldn’t put up with half the crap he does.

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