|Why do you look so sad?|
Cohen did it. She made it to two years old. She's officially sort of maybe not a puppy any more.
|The bone is not sufficient payment for this humiliation.|
Here's a list of things you may or may not know about her.
- She sleeps downstairs on the couch most nights, and every morning she'll come up to lay on my bed. When she's confident that I'm awake she'll lay across me until I get up.
- During her morning routine she makes some of the most amusing sounds - mostly groans and moans and interpretations of a wookie.
- I can leave a steak in the middle of the floor then leave the room without saying anything and she'll not touch it. Outside she can scent a discarded sandwich from a hundred feet away and will make a bee line for it and nothing in the world can stop her.
- She's learned the word "shower" after I used it casually prior to washing her. Now she'll slink off and roll over on her back if she hears me mention it, even if I'm not talking to her.
- She likes Huskies. She dislikes black Poodles (or similar looking dogs), Old English Sheepdogs and Airedale Terriers.
- She dislikes wearing harnesses or anything that fits around her midsection.
- She received her Canine Good Neighbour certification when she was 8 months old, and her Rally Novice title when she was 10 months. After that I completely lost my momentum and haven't trialed her since.
- She has forgotten how to spin to her left since I taught her to spin into position between my legs. Now every left spin is a "scoot."
- Her absolute hands-down favourite toy is an old MEC backpack that I bought ~10 years ago. As a pup she chewed through the straps, so I let it become a dog toy. Now she goes berserk each time I bring it out. The backpack game is a mixtures of tugging, mouthing everything frantically and standing on top of it barking at it when it's thrown.