February 28, 2004
dogs dogs dogs
Everyone knows that I'm in love with my dogs. They are fabulous. Always fabulous. Even when they're doing totally annoying things, they're fabulous.
Spring, with her long, sassy legs, can go up and down the stairs with relative ease. (The stairs themselves make "ease" a relative term.) Sprocket taught herself how to go up the stairs. Ease isn't quite the word. Determined. She has a determined style.
But she doesn't go down the stairs. I'm teaching her how. She's on the second from the top step now and goes down to the bottom. She's very proud of herself. I'm proud of her, too.
So I bought her a present.
It's a wooly, purple elephant whose head, arms, and legs detach from the body. They're held on with velcro. Sprocket still isn't sure what to do with it all. She still acts surprised when I rip its head off.
Strange, really. I do stuff like that all the time.
