Rob has been in the Boundary Waters this week and I've been pretty good about making sure Dallas was OK with being home alone all day. One day I raced home during lunch to let her out, and every day since then I've come home from work a little early. I play with her, I take her for walks, I give her treats, I pay attention to her, I've kept the A/C running during the day so she doesn't overheat, she helps me watch my TV programs... She has settled in to not having Rob around and has been pretty well behaved.
But today she's been just crazy. I'm trying to watch a movie and she simply will not let me. She's all, "Pet me! Pet me! Here's my rope, play with me!! What would you do if I rubbed my wet nose all over your arm? Would you pet me then? Ok, then I'll just stare at you with this silly grin on my face and then spill your drink with my fantastically nimble tail!"
There are two games she likes to play: Watch-mommy-try-to-make-me-drop-my-ball, and Tug-mommy's-arms-off-playing-rope. I prefer neither game. If she listened to me when I told her to drop the toy, then she'd realize how much fun it is to go run after it. I'd even be willing to pretend to chase her around a little, IF SHE WOULD EVENTUALLY DROP THE BALL. But no, it's all about her rules.