DOGGONE IT

Kyla dog has been acting like a fucktard. Last night, she was found sleeping on one of our sitting room couches. Then after T found her, she jumped up- ran around all the couches straight to her first favorite forbidden spot- our closet on all on T's clean hanging clothes. WHY NOT? I half woke up to the commotion and was none too helpful in my groggy state. She settled in on T's side of the bed, opting for sleeping on his dirty clothes instead.

Last week we had "Kyla's Day Off". She escaped early in the morning and was off like a rocket. C caught the bus to summer school and convinced the driver to pull off, pick her up on the yellow shortbus and take her sorry bum back home. He handed her off to his brothers, who chained her up to the boat trailer in the driveway. You would think that would be the end of her adventures, but wait- there's more. She's all chained up and looking harmless and headcocked big ear cute as usual. Stan the gutterman was working on the house across the street and sauntered over to tell her hello and she stayed cute until he got within range and she gremlin-ed at him and nipped the side of his leg. nice. We let her be. He's got dogs. he gets it- she's crazy. Then the cherry of the day- a harmless little beagle and it's owner were on a stroll in front of our house. HOW DARE THEY. she liberated herself of the chain- broke both clasped ends and rolled that little dog. That's when I clocked in for the day- she had done all this before I even sat down to work. T comes in and informs me that our furry child is grounded and all I could do was laugh. the older she gets the weirder she acts... kinda like real people