Little Red Beasties

Usually, the first thing I do when I get home is to potty the dogs.  Sometimes, I potty myself first. And, rarely, I sit down and rest for 10-15 minutes before I do anything else. Today was one of those rest days. Now, the problem with resting before dealing with the dogs, is that they get all ramped up with excitement and frustration and energy and then are a million times worse to handle. Today was definitely one of those days. Being smart enough to know that pottying them at the same time when they’re this ramped up is a bad, bad, bad idea, I pottied Cricket first. Then I blocked her in the living room, while I attended to Sassafras.

You Can't Make Me Like It

The Little Red Monster took my chew bone, my squeaky bone, my fire hose toy, my Sally Snake, my food, my cookies, my house, my car, and now she's trying to take my bed!

Fine. You can make me share, but you can't make me like it.

Just because I can barely keep my eyes open, doesn't mean I'm ok with this.

"T" Stands for Trouble

Cricket's full name is Cricket T Dog. The T stands in for Trouble, Troublesome, Troublemaker, and sometimes Tail. Some of my readers are unconvinced that Cricket could ever cause trouble. The below is for you.

An Evening With Cricket

Cricket: “You’re home! You’re home! Watch me run around the table! I can go really fast! I’ve been practicing all day!” She was skittering around the table in what passed more as sliding than running. Along the way, she encountered her bone, which she snagged and brought to the gate for greetings. “Look what I found! Bone! Don’t you just love Bone! It is the awesomest thing! See how awesome it is!”

Me, reaching over the gate to pet her, “Hi, Cricket. What a lovely Bone. Were you a good girl today?”