Today, I have been herded to within an inch of my sanity. Having a part border collie, part blue heeler, part labrador puppy is no joke. Do not expect to be able to watch TV in peace, do not expect to be able to walk your suburb without drama, do not expect to have skin on your heels or your hands.
The small furry madam decided that this morning would be a psycho, spaz, overly energetic, disobedient, OMG SQUIRRELS kind of day. Which would be great if it wasn’t absolutely freezing.
This morning, whilst attempting to defrost on the couch, I was pounced on, farted on, had two rolls of toilet paper shredded in my bathroom, barked at (what? I’m pretty sure I live here?) and nommed on continuously. All before 10am. I’m not going to bore you with the details, but lets say we’ve gone on two long walks today, nearly been hit by a car, had my woodworking project stolen and eaten, been rained on, knocked over a large display of gardening equipment at ReStore and had the leash break AGAIN because someone had chewed through it - conveniently in front of a flimsy-fenced house with three enormous, hysterical pitbulls.
Maeby, in her infinite puppy wisdom, did not learn from that experience, and decided to greet the overly agressive growling, teeth-baring dogs on the next block with a wagging tail and a too-close sniff. Because that’s what you should do when a german shepherd cross doberman and a barrel chested pitbull are throwing themselves at the fence to eat your head - try to stick your head through their fence and sniff them! Maeby is thus currently nursing a fat lip with numerous tooth-sized blood blisters both inside and out. Maybe Maeby will perhaps learn from this experience? Or maybe not…
