Dog sarcasm - my weekend with Noir and Casey

This weekend was the Elting family reunion in Atlanta. The Eltings are a huge family with history dating back in America to the 1670's when their progenitor, Jan Eltinge, arrived in America from Holland. He settled in Kingston, NY and this family populated nearby towns and counties along the Hudson River. A 300 year old stone house in New Paltz, NY bears the name "Bevier-Elting House" because though it was built in 1698 by a French Huguenot named Bevier, the Elting family purchased it in the 1740's and kept it in its original condition until 1960 when it was donated to the Huguenot Historical Society and became a museum.

Eventually the children of children of children moved out west, settling families along the way. Illinois, Iowa, Oregon, New Jersey, Pennsylvania, Maryland. They fought in the Revolution, the War of 1812, The Civil War, World Wars I and II, and every war since. Eltings everywhere.

Jim is the family genealogist, and he labored long hours for 5 years and finally published the genealogy a few years ago. It chronicled over 60,000 Elting descendants. Way too many Eltings for one planet, in my opinion!

But I digress, I wanted to talk about my dogs...


I elected to stay at home cand take care of our two dogs, Noir (the black cattle dog/lab mix) and Casey (the brown boxer/lab/shepherd mix). Poor girls! They were bored spitless. You see, Jim takes them for a walk every 2-3 hours. (He's retired). We have a fenced back yard, so I walked them once each day and put them in the yard a lot. Jim is constantly giving them more food that they should have. I gave them what the vet said they should have. Jim gives them milk bones several times a day. I gave them a Frosty Paws treat today. No milk bones.

Poor neglected doggies. They laid on the floor in my office while I worked on my computer yesterday. They pretended to be interested and supportive, but I knew they were really asleep. Dog sarcasm.

Casey was especially sad. Noir is my dog, Casey became very attached to Jim. She hates it when he's not home. Friday night and last night when it was time to go to bed, I found Casey hanging out in Jim's office. In the morning she ran back in there, I think expecting to see him. Poor thing. I did cheer her up for a few minutes when I fed them. Casey loves her chow!

Finally at 5 PM Jim rolled in from Atlanta. I thought Casey was going to turn inside out she was so excited. When she's really happy to see someone, she does this wiggle and smiles with her teeth out. She looks like a burgler face. Too cute. Tonight they were in heaven. Three walks. Good grief. Even Noir, who usually hangs out in my office till bedtime, is in there on the bed curled up with Casey and Jim.

Actually, she's on MY side of the bed. When I eventually go to bed and tell her to move, she'll stretch out her legs, stick out her tongue, and point her tail so she takes up more room. Yep, dog sarcasm.