Little Shit.

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.