Snowtrill's Space

Bear: (Comes out of my room with a sock and a shirt, heads directly to his kennel.)
Me: Bear, those aren’t toys. Bring them to me.
Bear: (Seems to have gone deaf. Gets to kennel, plops down loudly)
Me: (Following, stands in front of kennel, notices a couple of other socks behind his fuzzy body) Goodness you’ve been busy.
Bear: (Looks at me, shirt and sock still in mouth)
Me: (Squats down in front of kennel, gently opens his locked jaws, withdraws soggy shirt and sock. Climb into kennel rescues other socks, climb back out. Returns clothes to bedroom.)
Bear: (Steals lap blanket off couch, heads to kennel)
Me: Bear!
Bear: (Plops loudly in kennel)
Tramp: (Snickers)
Bear: (Laying in kennel, on top of lap blanket, looking at me)
Me: (Crawls halfway in kennel, starts Mom scritches at head, down neck, shoulders, toward tummy till Bear rolls over. I grab blanket and run to living room with Bear in hot pursuit)

A little while later

Bear: (Walks out of my bedroom with my pillow)
Me: Bear! Stop!
Bear: (Stops, looks at me)
Me: Bring that to me please.
Bear: (Brings me the pillow)
Me: (Gives Bear a couple of training treats) Thank you (Puts pillow off to the side)
Tramp: Wait! You did not just reward him for stealing your pillow, did you?
Me: No, I rewarded him for saving me the time and effort of climbing in his kennel for the third time today.
Tramp: Oh I’m pretty sure you just rewarded him for stealing
Bear: (Walks out of my bedroom with my other pillow and brings it directly to me.)
Tramp:(Snorts) Right that saved plenty of time!

Yesterday, Rommie, my oldest dog started limping.  After checking several things we decided to wait and see. I’d restrict her movement and keep her as calm as possible and if things didn’t get better we’d visit our wonderful vet in a day or so.  Rommie on restricted movement meant everyone on restricted movement since trying to get one or two dogs in or out at different times is more of an adventure than I am up to most days.

This afternoon I let everyone out for their 5 minute run, Snow, the cat, decided to join the dogs. He’s not on restriction so out he goes.

Five minutes later.

I open the door,  three bodies come running in the door. I count again, yup three, all black. “Rommie!” I see her, back to me, in her favorite sunny spot and her ear twitches.  Seriously? Damaged, limping, girl gives me an ear twitch? So I head out to where Rommie is enjoying her spot of sun, mumbling, loudly enough I know she can hear. The ear twitch turns into a head turn, which turns into a standing up, which turns into a slowly wagging tail and a slow limp towards me. As I slowly herd her back towards the house explaining how I know she just lost her fuzzy little brain to think I would ever leave her out with a limp that bad. And how good she about forgetting  the limp and running up and down the fence line so the limp gets worse. Rommie was sufficiently chastised by the time we got back to the door and headed to her new raised fluffy bed and settled down to sleep.

I close the back door to find Snow, the only animal cleared to still be outside running towards the closed door. He apparently came in with the rest and was now unhappy that I wasn’t letting him back out.