During our recent camping trip to Mirror Lake we were visited by lots and lots of cute little chipmunks. They were brave little chipmunks because despite Petal and cousin Penny barking at and trying to chase them, they always returned. … Continue reading
Hello everyone, I pushed Mom aside today so I could write about HER mischief today. That’s right, while I have been perfectly well behaved (don’t look at Mom for the answer, she lies, just trust me, I’ve been good) and the perfect little model for my Mom’s Valentine’s Day shoot, she has been seriously slacking on her duties.
For example, she rewarded my lovely modeling with chicken, which was great and I was very thankful, but she could’ve given me a bit more. No need to be stingy, lady.
Worst of all, when my headband slipped did she fix it?
No. Not before taking a picture first.
I thought we were professionals here?
Here’s what happened:
I was posing pretty.
But then I heard something. I turned my head to look but I saw nothing.
Just to be safe though, I decided I should bark at it. It could’ve been danger and it was my job to bark. So I barked and…
almost barked my headband right off. Whoops.
But did my photographer promptly fix it?
No. She took that picture instead.
Good help can be so hard to find!
Have your humans dressed you up for Valentine’s photos? Did you get a yummy reward?
I sure hope they weren’t stingy about them.
xoxo
Petal
Oh no. Oh no, oh no, oh no no no.
She’s got that look again. That look that scares me.
THAT look! The look that says she’s clearly thinking of something. Something extremely mischievous.
This is not good.
I don’t want to know what it is.
I don’t. I just don’t.
Keep it to yourself Petal.
Be good. Have a biscuit, just please don’t do whatever it is you’re thinking of doing!
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m not plotting anything… honest.”
O.O (<– my horrified, bugging-out eyes)
That’s it, I’m out of here.
Anyone willing to take me in for a few days?
Today we’re joining the Monday Mischief blog hop hosted by Alfie’s Blog, My Brown Newfies and Snoopy’s Dog Blog.
Petal’s favorite game is Keep Away. A game that Lassie proudly taught her.
Basically, she enjoys teasing me, just like Lassie did.
I was ready to reach out and grab that toy, I was on the ground and everything, when she swoops in and snatches it, leaving me with nothing but the perfect opportunity to photograph her favorite game.
Little stinker!
If that’s not enough mischief for you, I can also say with 83% certainty, that if I were ever shrunken down to the size of a bug, she would squish me.
Maybe not on purpose, but still.
Always asking the important questions. 😉
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Petal snuck into the Forbidden Room today and ripped open one of her gifts.
She couldn’t resist any longer.
It’s Christmas Eve, Petal.
You couldn’t wait one more day?
Merry Christmas everyone!
♥
However, with it being Christmas time, we have a Christmas tree right in front of the window.
Which means Petal couldn’t find an easy way to get back down from the windowsill.
“Help! I’m stuck!”
“I know you think this is funny, but could you please stop laughing and help me get out of here?”
Oh, this crazy dog.
This is not the first time Petal has gotten herself stuck in such an odd place.
About a week and a half after my surgery, on the same day we got our first snow, Petal got herself stuck under the couch. Now our couches don’t stand very far off the ground. Just far enough for Petal to fit while lying on her side. So it took an incredible amount of talent from her to get herself stuck under there.
To this day I still have no idea how she managed this.
I was resting on the couch when I heard the sound of dog claws scrapping across our laminate floors. Nothing unusual, really, but I looked around anyway. Lassie was asleep on the floor and Petal was… where was she?
I looked behind the couch, where she likes to sleep, but she wasn’t there. I called for her and heard more scratching on the floor. I thought it was crazy, and very unlikely, but I looked under the couch anyway and saw this little face:
“Oh, hey, could I get a little help here, please?”
She wasn’t scared or hurt, just… well, stuck. All she could do was kick her legs and look pathetic.
My Dad and brother came to the rescue and lifted the couch up just high enough for me to grab Petal’s harness (lucky she was wearing that) and drag her out from underneath the couch. She got up, shook herself off, and then went about as if nothing had ever happened.
Her mischief never fails to make me giggle.
Though I will admit that her mischief, at times, causes me great stress.
Just be careful, my crazy dog.
… What does this say about me?
Heh. Probably nothing good.
But allow me to defend myself. I was, to be fair, asleep when she did this.
Normally I can hear mischief from miles away, even while I’m sleeping, and I fly out of bed to put an end to it.
Seriously, I should have a cape.
Unfortunately my cold has weakened my supernatural abilities and I had no idea she even had access to this pencil until after she got bored with it.
I wonder what the AKC would say about this…
Look! There’s even Collie hairs sticking out of it! Ha!
Let’s see what Petal has to say about her pencil chewing…
“The cat did it.”
The cat?!
“You lying little fleabag! Well! I’ve never been more insulted in my entire life!”
Nice try, Petal, but the evidence was found in your bed.
I’m still wondering where she found this pencil.
I had a few of them in my purse, from when the local pet store (now closed! 
darn it!) was offering free training classes for the Canine Good Citizen test (which Lassie took and passed);
“I don’t chew on pencils.”
they were giving out these pencils. I guess they felt they had too many pencils, because she gave me a whole handful of them. I don’t know why. She probably looked at me and thought, “She’s probably a student, she could use a few thousand pencils!”
Well I’m not a student and I’ve had these pencils for a year now and haven’t so much as sharpened them.
I only have one, misplaced, pencil sharpener and dozens of markers.
So of course I use the markers.
Anyway.
I wish I could say this was the first time Petal ever chewed on a pencil, but that is not so. She has raided our pencil box once before, so we’re careful to keep the lid on it.
She never swallows them though, thank goodness. Crayons, on the other hand…
Yeah, I’m looking at you! Miss Rainbow Poop!
“Crayons are good.”