My dog is a pretty pretty princess

My dog has recently decided that she is a pretty, pretty princess and I need to invest in a grooming table.

Yesterday, I came home from work and settled into a routine I haven't had for awhile because her coat has been so short: daily brushing. I haven't brushed her in a few weeks, actually. I grabbed her brush and started grooming her while she stood on her bed. Usually she is pretty good, but this time she started wrestling with me and trying to take the brush. A game, perhaps?

Apparently not. She just didn't want to be on the ground. I pulled the hair out of the brush from the first round and walked toward the kitchen to throw it in the trash and start again (determined to wrestle her into submission).

She followed me, prancing along in her perfect little poodle walk. While I was de-furring the brush, she hopped right up into one of our pub-height chairs. She just sat there, pretty as a picture with her stupid smiling face just looking at me. I walked over to her, ready to pull her down, but her tail started a little wag. She closed her mouth and gave me this, "I'm ready for my royal treatment. Love me," expression. I figured, "okay fine, I'll brush her up here."

Perfectly behaved. She turned her head right and left and cocked it at the right angle so I could brush her face and behind her ears. She didn't try to get the brush or wrestle, but she did have this look of bliss on her face. She stood up when I needed to brush her hind legs and belly and sat and gave me one paw at a time for her chest and front paws.

I don't even know. Apparently she refuses to be groomed on the floor now, but I am not complaining because it's easier for me. I can't wait to tell the groomers.

the Dragon is laid to rest

My dog, Sierra, has this pink dragon. This has been her toy for most of her 8-month puppy life. This dragon inspired stories of the Sierra Monster, burninating the countryside and terrorizing peasants. She loved it so. Of all of her toys, this one lasted.

Sierra was always so tender with the pink dragon. She carried it gently in her mouth instead of ripping and chewing as she did with some of her other stuffed toys. When she decided that it was not proper to have spines, she helpfully removed them from the dragon. Such a loving puppy.

That dragon must have done something to displease the Sierra Monster. Her once gentle and tender care toward the stuffed toy turned first to rambunctious play, then to vigorous chewing, and finally, the ferocious hunt. First shaking the toy from side to side then eviscerating it. She sliced open the back and ripped out the stuffing.

All that is left is a pink dragon skin, which she now so tenderly cares for.

My dog discovered rain

My puppy experiened rain for the first time last night. To her, the event was like the miracle of miracles. This 3 month old puppy loves water. Not baths, but water from the hose, water from the shower, water from my watering can. It's the best toy ever. Now, take that and make it so water is falling on her EVERYWHERE. Add in the puppy mind. Throw in a little bit of puppy just woke up crazies. Now subtract daylight.

She pretty much pounced around last night trying to eat the rain. Well, half trying to eat the rain and half excitedly drink water from every surface.

When she came in she just sprawled out by the screen door (as close to the water as she could without actually being outside) and fell asleep. So. Cute.

So very tired

I want to write in my blog so bad. I barely have time to pee right now lol. When the puppy passes out I have to cram everything into those brief and wonderful moments.

I love my Sierra monster though. She is so freaking cute and all ours. Our companion.

Eventually I will have time to read and blog when I don't have to supervise her constantly. Until then...random puppyness and puppisms

The puppy crazies are my favorite. She is all playing and bouncy and the all of a sudden she is off like a rocket running laps around you and the yard and then she just...stops. So cute.