for christmas, bailey obviously received a lot of chew toys, stuffed animals, and doggie treats. and while she loved them all, there was one little thing we could not pull her away from - mr. mouse. she LOVES mr. mouse. she loved mr. mouse a little too much and ended up chewing off one of his rope ear and then proceeded to chew a hole even deeper exposing mr. mouse's stuffing.
i continued to sew up the hole and told her that friends don't chew up other friend's ears. i told her she needed to stop or mr. mouse would no longer want to play with her. needless to say, she didn't stop. naturally, she is like her mommy - we both have very selective listening. so i ended up taking mr. mouse away from her and putting him in the entryway closet. it was a big ordeal for her. i told her when she was ready to be nice and mommy felt like sewing his ear up for the third time, mr. mouse would come out to play again.
okay, now fast forward to this morning. bailey and i have a little routine in the morning. we wake up, i take her out to go potty, and then we go back inside and i feed her. she is still a puppy and i can't exactly leave her unattended free to roam without finding my coffee table, a bra, or my favorite $20/pair thorlo running socks chewed up, so while i'm in my bathroom and bedroom getting ready for work, i attach her leash to one of the kitchen chairs. now please, people, don't go all PETA on my ass and tell me i'm being "cruel" or "unusual." the leash is six feet long and she has plenty of room to walk around freely, play with her toys, and chew her rawhides in her doggy bed. it is neither cruel, nor unusual - it is clever and smart on my part. i could put her back in her kennel while i'm getting ready, but i don't. see, i'm nice.
anyways, so this morning was like every other morning. she is getting bigger and stronger so she can now drag the kitchen chair around and pretty much go wherever she would like. so, i'm brushing my teeth when i hear the kitchen floor scraping across the floor. i ignore it. it gets quiet. too quiet. i go out into the living room to find my little nugget had pulled the chair all the way over the the entryway closet, climbed up to the third shelf, and successfully retrieved mr. mouse.
i was so impressed i didn't even get mad. a woman wants what a woman wants. she wanted mr. mouse, so she went after him.
oh, and by the way, this is bailey's mr. mouse...