Friday, July 13, 2012

Marley's first hair cut

Last weekend, we took our Labradoodle to the puppy salon to get her hair did, and her nails trimmed and her teeth cleaned. She looked like a new dog when we came to pick her up, and for a few days after, she even acted like a new dog. I almost questioned whether the groomer switched our Marley out with a well-behaved doodle that now looks like a black lab. I should have known better. Marley was biding her time to plan her attack ...

We went to my brother in law's birthday on Tuesday, and we left our newly-perfectly behaved dog out of the crate so she could roam free while we were away. I stupidly, and apparently never learn this lesson, left two boxes of my FAVORITE hostess snacks on the dining room table. When we got home, the box had been shredded and the darn dog carefully unwrapped each chocolate chip-bite out of its wrapper and ate them until the only evidence left behind was shredded cardboard and plastic strewn from one end of the floor to the other. I thought for sure she would throw up or die of a heart attack. So, that evening I woke up several times to "check her vitals." I'd check her breathing, listen to her heart beat, and even resulted to waking her up with a poke just to make sure she was still with me. Thank god the sweets didn't have much of an effect on her. Just a two-day sugar high!

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