Six More Weeks of Winter

Observations:
We thought yesterday was finally going to be the day that Sophie stopped hating the puppy. After we both got home from work, Sophie was in the kitchen, wagging her tail, acting atypically happy. When Embry got within a few feet of her, she did not growl or snarl. Instead, she dropped to the floor with her butt in the air, as if she was going to play. Much praising of the Yellow Dog ensued.

Unfortunately, it was short-lived. After a few minutes, Sophie lost interest and decided puppies are better for eating than for playing with. Oh, well…we’ll get there.

We’ve regressed a bit with the stairs, as Embry no longer seems interested in climbing up or down. I don’t want to force her, so I’m waiting until she is a bit bigger before we revisit the steps. Besides – it’s nice that we can put her on the deck without fear of her going anywhere…for now. Otherwise, she is still very confident, almost fearless. When the other dogs growl at her, she gets submissive and rolls onto her back, tongue flailing, but she does not run away and cower. When Traz and Tank thunder back and forth through the family room, she is right in the mix, weaving in and out of their legs. Makes us nervous because we think she is going to get trampled, but she is fairly nimble and very resilient.

Embry has only been scolded once over the past few days because of her biting, so I hope she is getting the hang of it. When we were sitting on the floor during one of our early morning play sessions, I saw her roll back on her haunches, then launch herself at me. Luckily, I saw it coming and was able to (mostly) dodge the exposed fangs of Demon Puppy, but she did knick my bottom lip. I grabbed her by the scruff, told her no, then put her in the crate. I’m sure she had no idea what she did wrong, as she just sat there with that innocently blank puppy look. I’m hoping it was only a one-time occurrence.

Number of Days Without an Accident: Zero *sigh*

Today, I'm Bleeding From: My forearm.

Number of Leaves Eaten Today: None.

Current Interests:
It was sunny and warmer the past few days. This morning, however, was extremely cold on my naughty bits! What gives?! No way was I going to squat on a semi-frozen, snow-dusted deck when I could just as easily pee on a nice warm carpet. It’s also easier just to go in Traz Dog’s crate and hose it down while he isn’t looking. Sure beats going out in the cold.

I think something is stalking me, but I can’t catch it. I’ll be sitting there minding my own business, when something under the blanket suddenly starts moving. I pounce on it and start digging frantically, but whatever it is disappears. After I sit and wait for a few minutes, it comes back and makes little scratching noises…so I pounce again, and again it goes away. I’ve even tried pulling the blankets back with my paws and my teeth, but there is never anything underneath. When I look up at my mom and dad, they act like they didn’t see a thing and just laugh at me. I don’t get it… What is this little creature that continues to taunt me? Why can’t I dig it out from underneath the blanket? Why does the Yellow Dog act like she likes me for a fleeting moment, only to turn around and try to eat me a second later? I’m trying very hard to like her.

I also really like teeth. Teeth can be used to chew on people’s chins. And fingers. And ears. And hair. And ankles. And forearms. And wrists. And feet. And toes (LOVE toes!). And little tumbleweeds of dog hair. I like teeth. I think I shall use them more often.

The Other Dogs are Currently:
Darcy............"Whatever…a dog is a dog. I know I’m still the favorite.”
Sophie..........."My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?"
Tank Man......."I’ll be in the dog bed if you need me.”
Traz.............."Now, you wait here while I get the food off the counter."