The Bad Little Kid

This is a bad girl…

I don’t know what’s going on with my dog, but as Auntie Lillie used to say of–ahem–some bad little kids in the family, “she’s the devil’s own one, lately.”

If I get on the phone and forget to lock her out of the office, she preens, huffs and dances around demanding my attention. If I do lock her out, she launches herself at the door. The kennel is the only place for her when I must make a call.

Buster used to get into demanding mischief when I got on the phone, too, but he was three. Alle is in her eighties!

Her latest trick is to freak out during even the softest rain, and try to empty/climb into my closet, or my husband’s, or into a corner of the bathroom, or under my knees at the desk. This is new behavior. For a while, we joked about UFO’s because it seemed like every time she tried this, there was another loony sighting in the sky. Now, it’s every rainfall.

Very difficult to get work done when she’s like this…sigh.

Stupid dog. Seriously deranged.