August 08, 2003
There's a LOT of crate time forecast for the weekend...
10:00 p.m.
Last night, Dusty and I went over to the Chihuahua's old house (they moved to their new condo last week) to prepare our stuff for the garage sale. It's not really a garage sale, it's an inside-the-house sale, which is a good thing because Saturday's forecast is for rain.
Initially, I asked Dusty to stay in her basket. She cried. When she was able to stay in her basket without crying, I let her follow me around and this is pretty much what she did for the rest of the evening. It was like a very long walk that didn't cover very much new ground: back and forth and back and forth. Dusty excelled at getting underfoot (though she seeemed to be getting under only MY feet - no one else complained about her). I kicked her accidentally and felt really bad about it.
The Chihuahuas were around, but they didn't play much (though Dusty got in a verbal argument with one of them when she found the Chi sitting in my lap). The biggest fun of the evening for Dusty was the ability for her to go in and out the back door to the garden. She did this repeatedly and seemed to really be enjoying herself.
Around 9 o'clock, as we were getting ready to go, Dusty was still at full throttle. I guess she figured that this might be her last chance to have a run at the garden, so she darted towards the door. Dusty has never experienced a sliding glass door before.
She slammed nose-first into the glass, backed up several feet and sat down abruptly on her haunches. Then she gave me this look: "Hey! What was THAT!?" I cordially invited her over to check out the glass (as I tried not to double over laughing).
Poor puppy! Before we went to sleep, I asked her how her nose was feeling and started giggling. I swear she gave me an offended look before curling up to go to sleep.