Raven is still here. Still the four-legged demanding, center-of-the-universe Doberpup who walked in the front door 3 months ago. What scares me is she’s growing on me. Good Lord.

Everything she sees is hers.

Even if someone else has it.

Raven has very little patience, but she expects me to have plenty.

Raven’s rule: “You need to stop whatever you’re doing to take whatever I’m offering whenever I want and throw it. This is only after I pull it away from you many times before giving it to you.”

Oh ha ha ha.

Raven was rejected for agility class. We are not to take it personally. Supposedly it’s because the class which started this week is full. January is our next chance.

Raven is a magnificent jumper. She carries her toy dumbbell and uses the practice jumps on her own. No training has been done with her on this yet.

Tonight she tore a pillow case off a pillow. I heard it tear, and turned fast enough to stop her before she got to shredding the pillow.

Raven is tethered to the futon in the computer room when I’m there due to learning housebreaking. I use a chain leash, as she chewed through a fabric one. Last night she wanted to run out to get a favorite Nylabone of hers that was in another dog’s mouth. I decided to let everyone out, and I didn’t get to Raven fast enough, as usual. I thought I heard her run by when the shrieking noise stopped from the computer room, but dismissed the thought. Then I saw her on the sofa with a lovely new clip pendant hanging off her collar and that Nylabone sticking out of her beak.

Back to the scene of the crime, I found this.

She was very proud of herself. Unfortunately, she got paid off for this job.

Raven showed me how to get from here…

to here.