Wednesday, September 19, 2007


well, at 13 months Waffle is nearing that time in every girl's life that we as puppy raisers dred. Call it the curse, aunt flow, her season, heat what ever you call it our lives for the next month will be ruled by her hormones. The run up to the whole experience is worse than the experience itself. Our normally sweet mellooooow pup is now racing around the house, licking the table and nosing in the trash cans. She has been come much more needy (following me where ever I go) and has been presenting a very naughty 'tude lately. She does that stubborn sit down thing and refuses to move much like a donkey. The little poopy head has taken a shine to a male friend of mine, can't keep her away from him. I don't know how to explain to her that he is gay.

I figured out how to load video. It's one that a lot of us have seen before, you know what to expect when they tuck their tail and for about 30 seconds they lose their minds. Waffle was prone to this before she started PMSing but now we tend to see this 4 or 5 times a day. She actually leaps over our ottaman, haven't been able to get a good shot. This rant is tame, this morning she was throwing one of these tantrums, but for some reason she decided to keep it in a small confined area which is even more funny.

and of course after all that running around she turned and with rear end facing the camera decided that she had to do her business. Lucky I figured out how to edit that part out.

1 comment:

Pauline said...

Wow Carrie, thing about how much exercise we'd get if we ran figure eights around the yard every time we PMS'd.