Wednesday, September 14, 2011

My Newly Crazy Dog

Two days ago, I tasted something  AMAZING! Brownies. ***(Mom's note:  Cheerio is fine.  We know that chocolate is really bad. We talked to the vet. We are hoping that the new found craziness is a phase.  A short one.)***  I don't think Mom wanted me to have them, because she had them in a really hard to reach place. She put them on the really high window sill behind the kitchen counter. She had left some butter on the counter because she was going to make cookies for my boys. Dad also left some boneless chicken defrosting in the hard to reach spot.  Butter smells really delicious. So does chicken.

They left to go somewhere and put me in the kitchen.  With the butter. And the chicken. And the brownies.  Well, I didn't like being left alone, so I thought I would check out the counter.  Butter. Four sticks.Yum. I didn't eat all of them, that would be bad manners.  But while I was eating the butter, I smelled something else tasty. The brownies.  I just had to taste one.  It was gooooooood. So I ate another one.  The papers that were wrapped around them didn't bother me at all. 

I remembered my manners.  I didn't eat all of them.  I left some for my people.  And i didn't eat the chicken at all.

Other than some tummy trouble I was feeling just fine. I woke up the next morning all revved up and ready to go.  First, I jumped up on Mom and Dad's bed even though I'm not supposed to.  I chased one of the cats around and around and around on that bed.  The cat didn't want to play as long as me so he left to go downstairs.  I followed him.  Okay, I chased him, but he liked it. Then I ran back up the stairs  barking really loudly so my boys would wake up, and jumped back up on the bed. Next, I ran all around the upstairs from room to room, barking happily because it was morning and I had someone to play with.

Pretty soon we all went downstairs.  I kept getting toys for all of us to play with, but everyone was kind of busy.  While they were all sitting down for breakfast, I herded one of the cats towards the other cat.  Those cats don't like to be too close to each other.  They started making those noises I like, so I chased them.  My cat, Soda, got mad at me and smacked me with his claws.  He wouldn't let me chase my cat, Squeeky, any more. Mom had to holler at me 4 or 5 times to get off the counter.  But she wasn't too mad, because she took me for a ride in the car.

When we got back, Mom knew I needed some play time.  She took me into the yard to play with my favorite toys. My orange balls.  I love those things.  I could play with them all day.  We played for a while, but not long enough if you ask me.  She always makes me cool down and calm down before she feeds me. So, I waited.  But I barked.

Mom fed me, and Dad took me for a long walk.  I didn't want to walk.  I wanted to play with the balls some more.  Dad made me walk around the block.  I kept trying to go home to play.  Now, usually after playtime and a good long walk, I'm ready for a nap. But I didn't feel like napping.  I was wide awake.  I kept hearing noises.  So I barked at them. I barked just because I wanted to make some noise. I barked if the wind blew.  I barked if someone walked past the house.  I barked if someone walked past the house with a dog.  Actually, if another dog came by, I would put my paws up on the windowsill to see them while I barked.  You know what?  If I do that, I can see squirrels on the lawn and in the trees.  I like squirrels.  I like to bark at them, too.  I think I made Mom grumpy.

When the boys came home from school, I was so happy to see them.  So I barked.  Mom was trying to tell them how my day was, but I needed attention, so I kept barking and taking things from places I'm not supposed to be.

This afternoon, one of my boys took me outside to play after school.  I saw a squirrel.  I chased it.  My boy tried to get me to come back with the promise of a cookie.  But the SQUIRREL.  I just had to chase after it. My boy ran away from me, so I chased HIM, instead.  Until he got to the door of the house.  When he got there I thought, "He's going inside, but I'm not done playing.  I'll just go across the street and play with my buddy, Nellie." Then I remembered the cookie, and ran home.

Also, earlier today, Dad discovered how I got the brownies.  Mom and the boys had to leave early this morning, so they put me in the kitchen. Dad was out running a quick errand.  When he got back he came into the kitchen.  He couldn't find me.  I was hiding.  On top of the counter.