This is one of Raven’s looks when she doesn’t get her way. Lovely, isn’t she?
She is foaming at the mouth after barking and barking and barking at me to serve her dinner first. I don’t. That’s why she looks like a rabid beast.
I want that coconut!
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.