Under the category of “Random” and “Stupid Things I Do”, I offer…
She’s part Christmas Ornament Snatcher, part Guatemalan Pillow Eater, part mistake. Up until last Friday, she was incarcerated the local humane shelter. The reason for this is now clear to me.
Don’t get me wrong, I love her. She’s affectionate, smart and outwardly well-behaved. She’s not a barker, biter or jumper. What’s more, this is a dog who seemed to know nothing of sitting, fetching or loose-leash-walking five days ago, who has now mastered all of the above and then some. Heck, the girl had her name down in the first fifteen minutes. Her gift for putting things together astounds me.
She’s whipped us all into shape, herding the kids off to bed or baths and she keeps me fit with sixty-minute home-disaster-recovery-sessions every afternoon. She’s even reached a respectful truce with the cat.
But the girl is just so wily. Her paperwork says part Lab, part Husky. But I watch her… and I think part coyote. I see how she waits until the instant I leave the room to jump on the dining room table. I appreciate the timing and skill it takes to pluck ornaments off the tree without getting caught. Such a clever girl…
The dog has already cost me triple her adoption fee in household damage. Add to that the lifetime supply of dog toys I bought last night to entertain her. But love makes you do crazy things, I guess.