Yesterday, Tonks was in Super Adorable Puppy mode, where all she did was snuggle with me and lie around the floor watching me go about my business. No biting. No trying to run away with my slacks while I tried to put them on. Nothing. Just cute.
Today? Not so much. Today I have an inch long scratch on my arm because I didn’t throw her ball fast enough. I had to take her out 4 times because she kept ringing the damn bells and even though she was driving me NUTS, I still want her to know that ringing the bells = outside to potty. Then, when I was almost ready to go, I put her up behind the baby gate and she promptly ran over to her water bowl, dumped it over, rolled around in it, and then set to work covering every last millimeter with muddy paw prints.
Good times. Good times.
I gave her a stern lecture on how we are not morning people, and she’d best learn that and save all her crazy psycho energy for…well, for never, but if she must, then for when we’re actually, you know, playing. I don’t think she listened.