Being Sick

I have been sick this week. Dave was sick last week. Trying to raise a puppy when sick is hard.

It is not because I have to get up early to feed her or that I have to take her out every couple of hours or that she is almost 25 pounds.

It is because I just don’t have the energy to tell her no. If you are wondering what that means, here is the story of what happened last Wednesday morning…

A coughing Chassie wakes up and stumbles down stairs in a cloud of sickness and anger at Dave for getting her sick.

She makes Draco’s and Bella’s breakfast. She continues downstairs to take Bella outside and feed her. This part is a little foggy…again because Chassie is sick and it is early.

Bella pees and then starts eating breakfast and then goes back outside to poop. Then once inside, she jumps on the coffee table takes one of Chassie's new suede gloves and runs off with it. Chassie watches this happen. It doesn’t happen in slow motion, she just watches it happen, too tired to do anything about it. Chassie stands up, the movement of her standing sends Bella into flee mode and she takes off. She takes a running leap and makes it onto the couch. The two coffee tables are pushed up against the sectional couch to prevent Bella from getting on the couch. (That plan is working great *sarcasm*).

Here is where the fog clears. The “game” is called keep away from Chassie. And Bella seemed to be a natural. As Chassie would go to one side of the blocked couch to grab Bella, she would playfully run to the other side, so then Chassie would go to that side and she would in turn run to the other side. And so on and so on. The part that is sad is Chassie was too tired to try anything else. So this continues for a minute or so until Chassie stumbles over her slippers. This was lucky for Chassie. It tricked Bella and she returned to the side Chassie was closest to. Chassie did a “dive and grab” and was able to get Bella off the couch and get her very slobbery glove back.

Funny for all but me.