You Gotta Appreciate the Effort

I have not been as strict with Cadie as I should have about mooching for food. I eat on the couch, and I know that I should push Cadie off me while I'm eating, but I don't I let her snuggle in, even though I know the only reason she's there is that she is looking for food, not love.

Anyhow, I've noticed some interesting behavior on Cadie's part. She sits on my lap and sticks her tongue out as far as she can push it in order to try to steal the food from my plate, held half a foot over her head. I know it's bed, I know I should be mad at her, but all I can do is admire her determination, and her belief that if she stretched just a little further, she'll be able to grab that food.

My Latest Favourite Picture of Cadie

Can you see her eye lashes? Cadie has the most beautiful eye lashes, long and curly, very girlie girlie.

I had a party last night and Cadie was very good, she begged a little, but on the whole she was very good. I think she was completely overwhelmed by the number of people in the apartment, and the din that goes along with that.

I figured that she'd be exhausted today, but then when the alarm went off at 6:30 she popped up and was ready to go. So after dropping my mum and brother at the train station I took her for her usual walk, but then when we got home she crashed hard, and has been in bed every since, she got up briefly about an hour ago and I took her for a run. It was straight back to bed for her though, and just now she barely raised her head when I went in to see what she was up to. I love having a dog.

Drama Queen

Poor Cadie, she thought she was going on a play date to the park, we were within view of the park when the freezing rain started. Salt’s mother stopped, turn to me and said, “this isn’t pleasant is it?” So we stopped, turned around and headed for home. Surprisingly Cadie didn’t object, she just quietly headed back with the rest of us.


Seeing as today is Friday, A and I decided to treat ourselves with Chinese for dinner, very yummy. All the drama that Cadie didn’t give us about not going to the park was poured out over dinner. She begged shamelessly for a sniff. She sneakily tried to slide her head below our blocking hands to steal food from A’s plate. When all of this failed she jumped up on the coffee table (oversized foot stool, so it’s okay), turned her back on us and sighed, loudly several times. When she finally felt that she could forgive us she turned back around and gave us the wounded bird look, that dogs give you to try to get their way. It was all very funny.

Uter is happily swimming away is his overly full tank, and Cadie is sleeping on the couch. Great Friday.