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Biscuit baby

The other day, I got home really late.  I had left super early in the morning and got back really late.  The dogs were displeased.  They were hungry and bored and probably lonely even though they have each other to talk to and they were displeased.  And they decided to show their displeasure by escalating some of their usual antics, like shredding the cardboard boxes I leave out for them into extra fine bits and hiding their Kongs so I can’t find them to refill for the next day and in Horse’s case, by acquiring a biscuit baby.

What is a biscuit baby, you may ask.  Well, it is exactly like a food baby but made entirely of biscuits.  For you see, while I was away, Horse and Yaris decided to get into my closet where the extra biscuits are stored and rip open the box.  It’s a Costco sized box.  It contains a lot of biscuits.  The two of them ate fully half of the contents of that box.  There were crumbs everywhere.

Yaris was appropriately guilty and apologetic when I found out (and also because she’s vain, she did not have a biscuit baby because that would ruin her figure).  But Horse…Horse had the biggest belly ever.  He had a biscuit baby.  And then it was my turn to be displeased.

In which Yaris executes a plan of her own devising

Yaris is a punk.  We’ve already established this.  But recently, she did something so outrageous that it begs to be documented.

Yaris and Horse recently spent some time at a doggy camp.  They were housed in the same cabin but I knew the cabins only had one large cot in the back, which would be big enough for both dogs to sleep on, but I knew it wouldn’t work because Yaris doesn’t like to share a bed with another dog.  So when I dropped them off at camp, I left her car bed with them so she would have some place familiar to sleep (as I was also pretty sure she would be whiny at night in unfamiliar surroundings).

When I picked them up from camp, I decided that I would have to wash everything they had with them at camp before bringing it back into the house, and I hadn’t had the time or energy to wrestle a dog bed through a wash cycle, so it’s just been sitting the garage.  Yaris still has her blanketed cot in my room, so it’s not like she didn’t have any place to sleep at all.

But sometimes Yaris wants to sleep some place soft, or at least softer than a bunch of blankets on a cot.  Her spare bed is outside in her apartment and I haven’t bothered to bring it into my room.  The only other soft surface to sleep on in my room is Horse’s bed.  So…she hatched a plan to steal Horse’s bed.

The other day, Horse was napping in his bed and I was in bed reading a book, when Yaris came in and enacted her plan.  She started acting really excited.  Horse and I both wanted to know what was so exciting.  I asked Yaris why she was so excited, but she ignored me and continued acting really excited, dancing around the room.  Horse finally got caught up in this; he wanted to be excited about something too.  So he started prancing around my room also being very excited, although I knew he had no idea what was so exciting.  Yaris kept up her whole excited dance routine for another moment or so, and when she judged Horse to be adequately distracted by his prancing about my room being all excited, she dropped the act and made a beeline for his bed and plopped down to take a nap.

…what.

Horse did not notice right away and was still prancing around saying that he was really excited.  But then after a few moments, he realized that Yaris was no longer excited and was in fact taking a nap on his bed.  And then he looked around and he didn’t know what was supposed to be exciting.  And then he was sad and didn’t know what to do.  He looked around my room for a little bit longer and then at Yaris who was napping away and then decided to just lie on the floor, confused.

Seriously, what a punk.

And no, I don’t intervene when she steals his bed in the middle of the day for a nap.  I only intervene at night when we all turn in for the day.  Horse is just going to have to learn to be less gullible.