Party Fouls. Every Dog Has Them

This past Saturday we had a surprise 50th anniversary party for my parents.

They have been married for 50 whole years! How awesome is that?

My sister and I wanted to do something special to mark their huge accomplishment so last year, the day after their 49th anniversary, we said that we would start planning something really good for this year.

Period.

Seriously.

Period.

We never talked about it again until last Monday. 5 days before their 50th anniversary.

I blame my sister. She is 7 years older than me which means that she is older and wiser, and has been my parent’s daughter 7 more years than I have.

She should of known better.

Tisk-tisk big sis.

Sign courtesy of Gracie

Anyway, we scrambled to get a party planned for my wonderful parents and if I may so myself, we did a damn good job.

We kept it simple and only had a few family and friends over and a really awesome cake.

Now usually when we have parties at our house I make arrangements for the dogs to be elsewhere, however, I was under so much pressure keeping this party a secret from my parents that I forgot.

(I am very bad at keeping secrets. Don’t ever tell me something you don’t want me to share. I will spill the beans….or I will avoid you like you have the plague, which is what I did to my parents)

Now, if you have more than one dog in your house you probably know where I am coming from. Having multiple dogs and a house full of guests can be trying and over the years I have learned that each one of my dogs has their own unique fouls when it comes to parties.

Here is a few things that my dogs were guilty of at this party:

Plunger: Guilty of howling, begging, and biting people’s ankles. Which is why he got locked in the playroom for this party. Don’t worry he had plenty of toys to keep him company, but he chewed through Bobby’s PS3 cord. Don’t worry he was fine. The PS3 is not.

Leroy: Guilty of jumping on at least one unsuspecting person throughout the party. Knocking over tables with his big self. Spilling over bottles of wine with his way too happy tail. Invading personal space and drinking from the cooler,

You always have to have an eye on Leroy because while he means well, you never know what is going through his thick skull, which is why he got locked in his crate for most of the party. Don’t worry, he was quite annoyed with me for putting him in lock down and he glared at me each time I walked by his crate.

He paid me back handsomely later in the evening when he body slammed me to the patio while trying to give me a big ol’ Newfie hug. Don’t worry, I was slightly intoxicated and didn’t feel a thing.

Sherman: Guilty of trying to steal ice out of the same cooler as Leroy was drinking from and then laying his slobbery mush on my aunt’s lap.

Don’t worry, Sherman had free roam of the party the whole the time. Wherever I went, Sherman’s was sure to follow.

So how about your dogs? Do they ever commit party fouls?