And I thought Layla was a handful

Bonnie is really a puppy - still.  Of course, we don't know her history at all other than she was found wandering the streets with her buddy Clyde.  But she is still so much a baby.  And I never wanted another puppy.  She certainly reinforces that desire.

She is like a baby in that when she gets too quiet, you know she is in to something. When I got back from the Ophthalmologist, she was quiet.  When G went to the bathroom, all hell broke lose.  First she found a paperback and began to  chew on the back.  I gave her the rawhide chewy.  She wanted to bury it in the chair - along with my foam flip  flop that she had been chewing on.  I got her out of the chair, and she went to bury the chewy in the sofa.  So she has no chewy.  Her crate is looking so good - perhaps I can crawl in it and be away.

Clyde of still skeptical about eating.  We got Benefial - the director of the rescue thinks it's not good enough.  I put stock on it and he will finally eat it.  Bonnie likes to graze.  But when we eat - they are ready and willing to eat what we eat.

At least they are good in their crates when the lights go out.  They could whine and carry on all night.

Last night I was here at my desk (also known as the breakfast table) shutting the computer down when something smaller and soft was rubbing my legs.  I looked and it was Shadow.  I have define doubts about Bonnie and cats since she growled at him from her crate night before last.  Both dogs were asleep, and he just strolled in before I knew it!  I grabbed him and put him in the utility room.  I didn't want to wake the dogs and put him in the hall behind the baby gate.  Of course he cried, and they thought he was in the back yard.  So they were standing up on my half glass door -----scratching the paint on said door.

I think I have bitten off more than I was ready for!