Saturday, July 30, 2016

best served cold

Lest I give the impression here that life is a bed of roses, let me give a fuller picture.

Walking her is always a challenge.  First there's her obnoxiousness when we first head out and convincing her that pulling isn't going to get her there faster, and then there are all the things she'll lunge at and all the dogs riling her up. 

She riles up.  Desperately so.  There is a lot of two hands on the leash and wrapped around for a good grip.  She is not a calm dog, at all.

Nor is she compliant.  She was proudly bringing the frisbee inside and I told her no, confiscated it and threw it out and she just brought it back in and jumped on the bed with a daring look.  So I took it and put it on top of the dresser and walked away.  She could have gotten it, but she's quite good about not ever taking things from on top of furniture, even if it's hers. 

But what she did do is grab my flip flop and run out the door.  "Fair is fair.  Eye for an eye, shoe for a frisbee," she taunted. 

This dog.  Sassy pants. 

I've had a lot of dogs who were revenge-motivated.  We would always joke about how Selma would make us pay later for anything.  But Ziggy?  Oh, this dog can hold a grudge and plot. 

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