Raring to Go

Candy, Dottie and Flower’s trauma yesterday must not have been too bad, or else their recuperation time is quicker these days, because they were raring to go this morning. As usual, they rushed the bed at 5:30 this morning. I tried to ignore them, but the barks and whines kept getting louder and louder. I finally feebly reached my hand over the bed to their excited squeals.

After about fifteen minutes, I gave up and got out of bed. I was surprised to see not two but three shih tzus running around. Candy hadn’t joined them in their trip upstairs for a long time. Maybe it was Shiloh at the top of the stairs that prevented her from coming up.

It might also be Shiloh that changed them from quietly playing to aggressively barking for me to get up. Some how, I would love to turn back the time and avoid the “nuisance barking.” The good news is that they only bark until I do what they want. Ha.

When the girls came in from breakfast, I felt like they wanted to play. However, I didn’t know what to do for them. They have a lot of stuffed animals, which they drag out now and then, but I haven’t found any other toys that they have gotten attached to. What keeps their attention the most are the Waggin’ Train Big Blast or Pork Chomp type treats that they gnaw on for weeks, consistently going back to. Although remnants of them were lying around on the floor, I threw out three new Big Blasts. Flower grabbed one to play with, but Candy and Dottie initially stuck with the ones that were already partially unraveled.

As time went on, Dottie picked up one of the newer treats and busily chewed on it for the next half hour. When Flower got distracted, Candy stole the one she had been working on.

Hidden Treasures

Candy must have found my memory box in her trips up to hide in the bedroom lately. This morning, I came across a small, wet woven bag containing a few small crystals I had as a keepsake from my late sister. I picked it up to put it away, but I smiled at the fact that Candy had discovered it, when I hadn’t seen it for years. I need to pick the box up off the floor of the closet and put it some where else.

Dottie, My Couch Partner

Dottie sat beside me most of the morning, contentedly snoring for some time while I worked. Candy and Flower spent a good deal of time chewing on their Big Blast, with Candy deciding that the best place to gnaw on hers was on the training pad. My guess is that dogs shouldn’t be allowed to play on training pads, since that might discourage them from doing their business there, but I was too lazy to move her off it.

I guess it didn’t do too much harm, since Flower visited the pad a little later. Good girl! I didn’t stop Dottie in time from tinkling on the carpet, but that was my fault. I forgot to replace the training pad after Flower used it.