Pooping, Swimming, Pooping

When I took Henleigh to Mammy & Papabeach's house this last weekend for Father's Day, one of the first things she decided upon was to poop in the hallway. Later that night when I left her for three minutes to get water, she pooped in her crate. While I let her out of the cage so I could clean up THAT mess, she goes and pees in the floor beside me. It was chaos. Then she likes to go sniff what she's done. As if it isn't enough to do it in the first place against her better judgment, she has to sniff it and get in the way of the cleaning process. She finally managed to poop one last time in the hallway before we left as well. She just did it on purpose, I truly believe it.

After coming home, I let her outside to go to the bathroom for approximately 5 minutes. I walk outside to discover her swimming in the pool, and creeping up the pool steps. If they had such a thing as Baywatch dogs, she would think she was in it. This is one time I did give in and threw toys in the pool for her to retrieve. She was already wet, what's the harm? Well, I ended up wet too.

Finally, a week after that weekend, I took Henleigh with me to sign an apartment lease. I went into the model apartment to take pictures for my family, and little baby bear accompanied me and the leasing agent. Henleigh then makes her big impression and poops in the kitchen of the model apartment. I don't really get embarrassed easily, but that was like your child pooping their pants in public and you not having a diaper. It was a little embarrassing. So, Henleigh is grounded from fun trips for the rest of this week.
                

Bad Mommy!

Today I felt absolutely horrible. I accidentally shut Henleigh's tail in the car door when I took her to doggie daycare. I felt so bad, words cannot explain. Thank God she is ok, and I am monitoring her to make sure her tail is ok. I made it up to her though, I gave her treats and I took her to get a letter opener I frantically searched for. I finally called State Farm to see if they had free ones for clients. Turns out, they do! So Henleigh got to assist mommy in running an errand. She really enjoys that. Especially when I get back in the car, she freaks out and licks me as if I were gone an hour instead of two minutes. So bottom line of this mess of a story is, please pray for Henleigh's tail!

Hyde

This morning Henleigh was Hyde. I discovered she defecated in Nikki's room, and so I let her outside to go to the bathroom. After cleaning that up, I went to the back door to let her in. My first view was of potting soil flying in the air; my next was of her head bobbing up and down trying with all her might to dig to China inside the plant pot. She jerked her head up when I yelled, "NO HENLEIGH!" Then she made a mad dash to the corner of the yard, under a tree, so I could not get her. I ran inside to find a toy to lure her into the house, and as fast as lighting she was in the pot again, digging like an obsessive-compulsive maniac. When she finally took the toy I chose for bait I discovered she was also wet, and must have taken a quick dip in the pool before her plant annihilation.

Once she was in the house I dried her off and put her in doggie jail.

Doggie Jail: A term derived from Nikkibug and Caleighbabe regarding the time dogs spend in a crate or behind a gate for being bad. Example: I'm sending you to doggie jail for jumping in the pool. or: You cannot be in the house wet or muddy, so you must get rinsed off then go to doggie jail. or: I do not want to see you right now, you bad dog, go to doggie jail.

In doggie jail, Henleigh chewed up a dryer sheet, knocked down all the clothes hanging up to dry, and chewed on hangers. She was in doggie jail approximately five minutes.

I then took her out of doggie jail, because doggie jail only provided more ways for her to cause trouble. When talking to Aunt Sandy and Shawn, Henleigh sprinted around the house like a mad woman for about ten minutes. When Nikki arrived home she tried to jump into the bag of fried rice Nikki was holding, and she chewed up a Swiffer Sweeper as well. Then I saw her coming out of Nikki's room. I walked in to finish cleaning up her mess from earlier, when I discovered the new mess she left was not solid, or purely liquid. It was diarrhea. Needless to say I am still cleaning that up, I owe Nikki dry cleaning for her silk pillowcase, and the pillow I washed for her is a feather pillow, so I have to squeeze it until every drop of water is out before I can put it in the dryer. Oh Jekyll, where did you go?