Adventures of an ornery dog

We had our first big get-together at our Nassau house yesterday. The guest list got a little out of hand, so I was actually glad that only about two-thirds of the group showed up. And Shawn was glad that meant about half of his favorite cookies were left over. One of the highlights of the event was when someone said, “Hey, look what your dog’s doing!” Those are not words I’m ever happy to hear.

In this case, she was trying her hardest to bury a rawhide bone in my potted plants on our back patio. The rawhide bone that Shawn had just given her to try and keep her quiet, ironically. So half of my green onions are no more. Looking at the bright side, the same guest that spied Laika’s little “project” brought his 9-year-old daughter with him and she successfully tired Laika out by racing her in the pool. (Laika hates the pool, so her idea of “racing” involves her doing laps of the pool on dry ground while whoever is in the pool swims laps. Laika always wins. But also gets very tired.) So we had a very calm and quiet evening while Laika slept.

This is her other recently discovered ability that gets her into much trouble. If you look closely, you’ll see that she has managed to figure out how to get two tennis balls into her mouth. And once that happens, it turns into a game of “keep away” which is really annoying when I just want her to get in the house because I need to do something other than chase an insanely fast dog around the yard for 20 minutes. Because she never, ever stops unless forced to do so. So I’ve been having to just walk away when the second ball makes its way into her jaws. And wait it out, which is what I’m doing at the moment. Right now, it’s looking like she may be out there for another hour until Shawn gets home to deal with her. Not that she minds – she’s just happy with the tennis balls.