The Sewing Mom

I need to look at a cute picture of the dog so I won’t remember that she’s driving me nuts!  My little Plinko has entered her teenager phase.  I’m certainly hoping it won’t last long because I can’t deal with her sneakiness and my daughter’s mood swings all at the same time!

We tend to stick to a reasonable routine throughout the week, up at the same time, to bed at the same time, not too much excitement in between, normal, everyday routine stuff.  At night, we always make sure Plinko has gone outside before we put her in her crate for bed.  We tend to go to bed right after she does, around 9-ish. 

Last night Plinko was falling asleep while we were watching T.V. and just before we went to bed my daughter had her go outside to do her business.  She was only out for a few minutes before she was back at the door.  She was let in and put in her crate for bed and we headed off to our own beds, lights out.  Within minutes Plinko was whining.  I wondered if perhaps she hadn’t been outside long enough and maybe forgot to go potty before coming back in.

So, after listening to her cry for about ten minutes, I got back up out of bed and went to her crate.  As soon as I opened the door of the crate she went flying out, running around the house like a big goofball, with no indication that she needed to go outside.  Still, I kept thinking that there must’ve been some reason she was crying, I think I was too tired to realize she was playing me for a fool!

I opened the back door and she then went flying outside.  NOT to go potty, but to chase all the bunnies that apparently are out in the yard at night.  She was running like a mad dog all over the yard and wouldn’t come back in.  So, I went to bed.  Of course, there was no way I was going to fall asleep while she was still outside.  I was too afraid she’d somehow chase one through or under the fence and would follow it.  Instead, I laid in bed wondering how long it would be before she would want back in. 

After about 15 minutes, I’d had enough and really wanted to go to sleep.  I got up, went outside with a flashlight and tried enticing the dog to come back in.  Nothing doing.  I told her I’d give her a biscuit and she sniffed the air to confirm if I had one with me.  Since I didn’t, she ran to the other side of the yard, as fast as she could.  Now, I’m really getting ticked.

I stomped back into the kitchen and got a biscuit and went outside again.  This time she could smell it and did come to me.  I picked her up, marched back into the house, told her what a bad girl she was being and put her in her crate.   I then went to bed where it took me a while to get to sleep because I was mad at the dog.  No, she did not get the biscuit!