I’m not a hundred percent sure when it first happened.
I will gladly admit I got the inspiration from Dooce.
Coleman is our eleven (almost 12) year old French Brittany . . . he’s crazier than a sprayed cockroach. He’s been with me through thick and thin. He’s been to more states than a lot of people you know. He’s played in the snow and and in the ocean and loves peanut butter almost as much as his family. He is a fierce snuggler. When I was living with my parents, I had a twin mattress on the floor and he slept on my pillow or on my feet. The very definition of man’s best friend.
Anyway, somewhere along the way, I thought “you know, I bet that dog would let me balance things on his head” and the rest is history.
These are some of our favorite things on Coley’s head . . .
This is the first photo I can find of me putting something on his head. Date on the photo file is June 18, 2009. This Rays hat is still in my boat – it’s my good luck hat. I love this picture because it looks like he’s smiling.
He loves seasonal stuff . . . lightweight and simple . . . with a little pumpkin . . .
During his short tenure as a member of the KGB . . .
Waiting for the Pilgrims to arrive on Thanksgiving . . .
Trying out for the role of a Shepard in the Christmas Story . . .
Showing the reason for the season (and, yes, those are ceramic Nativity figurines. And no, they were not harmed at all. And yes, think about all the dogs you know. Would one of them let you do this?) . . . Lots of people ask if the stuff falls . . . not usually. I have tried some stuff that was doomed from the beginning: a lamp shade (freaked him out); Liv’s trumpet (couldn’t get it to balance, and it was really heavy); a lightsaber (I had the light and sound on, and it scared him (and me) to death. We scrapped that idea); books don’t work well (I don’t know if they’re too heavy or what – just can’t make it happen)
Hoping for the opportunity to work at Gimbel’s or Macy’s
Jurassic Bark, anyone?
This is one of the coolest ones – I had been trying to do a cup for a while, but they’d always fall. We were driving to Orlando one day and I had this CFA cup, full; he was resting his head on the console, and I thought, “what the heck” – I sat it on his head at a stoplight, snapped the pic, and, amazed, left it there through three more intersections. He never flinched.
Irony. This is the stuff that makes all these pictures happen . . . (another aside – in 2010, Coley had a tumor removed from his head. Stitches and scar and the whole 9 yards. Never slowed him down or bothered him one bit. I always wondered if it was easier to balance before or after; I really think it’s been easier after)
Easter morning. Similar to the CFA cup, this worked better when there were eggs in the carton . . . (did you know that the eggs in the blue carton, the mediums, are the freshest? My grandmother, Ernestine, told me this years ago. You can tell Gilly bought these eggs, because they’re not in the blue carton. This isn’t important; just thought I’d lay down some egg knowledge (get it – “lay down”))
Know what Costa Del Mar said about this pic – “cool” – no kidding – those boxes are hard to balance on a freaking shelf, let alone a round dog head. The first time I tried it, I took all the sunglasses out of the boxes, but they were too light and went everywhere. I had to put the glasses back into the boxes. I also figured out I could stack them one at a time and spell out c-o-s-t-a vertically. This one is one of my favorites. It involved no treats.
I love the hats!
He got Hufflepup . . .
This is one of our most recent ones – a wine bottle from our wedding – it was empty, and it was HEAVY. It fell the first two times, but we got it figured out . . .
Have you ever tried balancing something on your dog’s head? Your kid’s head? Got any suggestions for stuff for Coley’s head? Are you on the Instagram? Hit me up @travis_thompson