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5/31/13 Race Track

If you can believe it, it’s STILL RAINING, and we can’t play outside!  Jamie is pulling out all kinds of toys to amaze and confuse me today.  First, he brought out a little whizzing mechanical bird called a “helly-copter” and landed it on my crate!  I tried to snap it up, but I couldn’t catch it.

Later, he brought out two of the tiniest cars I had ever seen before.  I have never been one to chase cars until today.  He put the cars on the little table in the living room on a black curvy track and they started chasing each other around.  This got me VERY excited, so I jumped up, putting my front paws and legs on the table, barking and trying to snatch the cars off with my teeth.  But they were going too fast!  I was only able to get in a couple of sniffs, and they smelled dusty.  After a few good sneezes to clear my nose, Mom finally stopped laughing long enough to say, “She’s scratching up my coffee table – put that racetrack in the kitchen!”  So Jamie moved all his toys to the other room.

I’ll be very glad when it dries up enough to play catch again, without getting soaked!

5/25/13 What’s Wrong With Me?

I don’t know why I keep doing this.  I know I have a good home.  I know I have a good family.  But sometimes, like this morning, I feel like…I don’t know, like the lightning hits my brain and and I can’t control myself.  I wound myself up and felt so hyper.  I launched myself up and down the stairs at top speed while Jamie and Mom yelled at me to stop.  That just made me growl at them and go faster.  The lamp swayed.  I pushed off Jamie’s leg like a launch pad, whirled around, jumped down three stairs, and, growling, tried to clamp my jaws onto Mom’s arm.  Mom yelled, “NO BITE!” at me.  Then she and Jamie chased me out of the house, but not before I tried to nip at Grandma, who was peacefully lying on the couch.  Finally, I realized that Mom meant business, and tried cowering near the back door, but she wasn’t putting up with my, “I’m sorry” act.  Out the door I went.

I guess Grandma forgot.  (She said, “You’d better get rid of that dog!!”) She let me back in right away.  Mom was getting dressed.  Mom looked pretty grim and locked me with her in the bedroom.  She gave me the firm voice about running wild in the house and attacking people.  I rolled over and showed her my belly.  I was already sorry for the incident, but knew that wouldn’t go far since I had hurt people.

We went to the yard where Mom got out Lawn Mower.  It had rained a few days ago, so the grass was a big job this time.  She mowed and mowed and tossed me balls and sticks while she was mowing.  We were out for more than two hours, she said.  While Mom worked, I ran off energy, rocketing around the yard, slipping, tripping, and doing full body somersaults.  I didn’t care.  I had to run away this energy.  Finally I rested to chew on a stick while she cleaned up.

When we came in, I crawled to my crate to think and and sleep.  Mom told Dad that if I don’t cool it, she’s taking me back to the Shelter because she can’t have me charging people and snapping at them.  She’s never threatened to take me back before.  I’m in shock.  What’s wrong with me?  Why do I act this way?