Yes, we know—it’s been a while since we’ve posted. All I can say is it’s been busy. And a lot of that busy-ness has to do with our little Miss Photon. Over the past week she’s stopped napping for much of the day (shades of Jon, who quit with napping when he was two) and has become a cute, furry, holy terror. She really enjoys snapping at Peter and me (but not at Jon as much, which tells us that she’s not doing it indiscriminately), tearing around the house at breakneck speed, and chewing, chewing, chewing.
Jon’s PlayStation cord after meeting up with Photon (AKA Bitey McBite-Bite)
Actually, I do exaggerate a bit—she’s not so bad in the chewing department, but we have to watch her like a hawk because she moves quietly and fast. She also started an unpleasant habit of occasionally and surreptitiously peeing on the towels she used to lie on. (Oh so that’s why she didn’t sleep on them anymore. Duh.) I think it was during the spell of -15° weather we had here—she would refuse to go outside; usually she loves the great outdoors. We thought she was holding her bladder for awfully long periods—well guess what: She wasn’t!
In less smelly news, she just finished her puppy class. Lots of fun and games, including puppy relays where you had to make your puppy come, sit, lie down and stand sequentially before the next team member could race. Photon, usually sharp as a tack with these exercises, had that classic look of “did you say something to me?” as she sniffed the floor. It was loads of fun, and quite hilarious when I tripped over a pylon, fell on my keester and still managed to yell for Photon to come. I’m looking forward to taking another obedience class with her, but that will have to wait for a month or so.
Laura and Photon with her graduation certificate. I’m not exactly sure what you have to do to not graduate from puppy pre-school. Maul all three trainers, I guess.