Today, she also scared the ever living shit out of me. I took Bob to the airport, put Jack in his room and stuck Reesie in the back yard so I could shower in peace. We have lever handles on most of our doors, including the back door. So I was showering, in peace, when I thought I heard her collar. Getting closer. And closer. (Jaws music should have been playing in the background.) And then... she barreled into the bathroom. Full speed ahead. When 10 minutes earlier, she was firmly planted in the backyard. Bitch can open doors. Shiiiiiit!
And then, poor thing. Had such a bad day. She killed her crate while I was at work. Like slid out the bottom plastic tray and bent the METAL crate. Someone is having some separation anxiety apparently. Hopefully this, along with mutual hatred she and Jack feel for each other, will dissipate. Which her obedience class teacher says will happen. If it doesn't, Edie (the trainer) will be adopting someone. Either Jack or Reesie. Or me.
We still love her.
