sweet_ceana Posted August 10, 2007 Report Share Posted August 10, 2007 For the last 45 minutes I have been super gluing individual carpet strands back into their respective places. I am writting this while Chris is at the store, fetching another supply of super glue. Our day had a really unusual start... We awoke to a bi-pedal Ceana doing her best Michael Jackson Thriller impression on the bed. She then hopped off the bed and began to do laps around the house. She was so hyper even I could not go back to sleep! ( a very rare occurance) As i dragged my rear out of bed, crooked pony tail and all, she wizzes past me, jumps in the air, grabs a toy, returns to me and continues to shove it into me until a groggily agree to tug. Chris glares at me with a look half fraustration and half concern "I think she got into something." I went an looked at the trash can, lid closed and nothing on the floor. She couldn't have gotten into anything. Mean while the dog has now decided to jump up and down over and over again. Chris had told me he was going to take her on a walk last night (107 is too hot to walk a dog in the day) and that I should not worry and I could go to bed early (8:30 ish). Well after a little bit of girlfriend torture he reveals he only took her out for ten minutes! I don't need to tell you people why I now concluded was the reason for her hyper actions. Then he proceeds to tell me about a hole she dug us in the carpet... how sweet maybe her "grandma" can place her lugage in it. Oh did I forget to mention my psuedo mother in law will be in town early Saturday morning! My house looks like a tornado went through it (she took everything out of cabinets and closets she could open). All I have to do is say the word walk and Ceana is at the door, tush on the floor, and with a tail that looks like it is on speed. So instead of her normal frisbee with Dad, she gets an extra long walk with Mom on which she has a 7 month lapse of trying to chase cars. Her sit and stay revert back to the two second puppy version, and I am strating to think Chris's theory may be the culpurate as well as the lack of exercise. We get almost home and we see the neighbor with her two 1&1/2 lb little scotty dog looking things, and one of them is bounding for Ceana. (the typically dog aggressive dog) These dogs are the size of squirels with sweaters. (they are always clothed) She sits and stays for a moment and then snap!---her collar breaks-- There goes my dog. My only thought is oh my God she is going to eat that lady's dog! Before I can even try our new and improved recall she sniffs his butt. I eek out her name, she stops ,looks at me for an ok, but instead gets a gaping jaw... so she sniffs the next squirel dog and play bows.... HOLY F people she wanted to play with a new dog that wasn't a BC. What progress! I tell my wounderful dog to sit and I scoop up my 29lb baby (who loves to be held) and start heading to our door. I was so proud of her behavior she even got two whole cookies! Later however I found an emptey Brownie rapper that she had dug out of the trash mysteriously without making a mess. Very Clever. There was no brownie in it when she got it though, just a couple of crumbs. I am going to go back to super gluing my carpet back together with a huge grin on my face...what a good girl. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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