I was sitting on the sofa reading blogs when I saw this one:
run into the living room and over to the front door. I'm talking full out sprint! I leaned forward so I could see what she was doing, and she was sitting with her side pressed against the door, staring at the corner. As I was wondering what happened to her as a puppy that made her into such a strange dog, I noticed that she wasn't exactly sitting... her behind was about an inch or two above the tile. Weird.
Wait a minute... that was a stealth SQUAT!!! Just then she looked over toward me, saw that I was looking back at her, which of course caused her to freak out and take off running toward the bedrooms again - with the turd still dangling halfway from her butt. It fell off a few feet into her run, onto the carpet, of course. This all happened in a space of less than 30 seconds.
I swear, my life is so glamorous sometimes it hurts.
The photos on this post are from her haircut last week - before and after. Yes, that is ALL her hair.