See the dog on the right...the small one? That's Raven, our 1-yr-old Lab. You may remember me talking about her here and here and here. That was when I loved her.
Now I'm not so sure...I often refer to her as "YOUR dog" or "stupid dog" (when no little ones are around to hear an ugly word.) Dakota adores his baby. She sleeps in his bed every night.
Last night he spent the night with his grandmother. I could hear Raven's restless pacing all night long! She missed Dakota and I guess she was lonely or something because she walked around and around the house until finally at 2:30 a.m. she started whining next to my side of the bed. "Why me?? I don't even like you!"
I get up to see what's wrong and she starts doing her little jumping twirly dance she does when she thinks we are going to take her outside to play...which also means her tail is banging everything around her LOUDLY. I quietly whisper for her to "GET OUT!" so as not to wake Greg, while I fumble for something warm to throw on over my tank top (you would know last night was one of our rare 30 degree nights...could this get ANY better??)
When I told her to get out, she goes and dutifully sits at my doorway waiting for me. The moment she sees me at the bedroom doorway, the jumping, twirling, banging tail starts again and I'm tripping over her trying to get to the back door. I open the door and let her out and sit down at my computer. About 10 mins later she wanders back in and after spying me at my desk, she runs over wanting affection. I'm really not in the mood for this and I figure if I just give her a little pat or two, she'll leave me alone. Oh no, doesn't happen. For the next 3 hours she paces and jumps around wanting out...I take her outside 4 more times.
Now it is 7:15 a.m. - Greg left for work 30 mins ago - I've been up with "stupid dog" since 2:30 a.m. and guess where she is?
Yep you guessed it...curled up in my bed in the recently vacated spot left by Greg and she is snoozing quite nicely now. Anybody want a dog??