She’s a cute dog. But she’s literally screamingly insane. Literally.
Just when I think I’ve gotten her to LISTEN, she’s off finding the most obscure toy that Leta is definitely going to want to play with next. Coco finds this toy before Leta knows it’s the next thing she wants. Coco brings the toy upstairs, very quietly. Within 45 seconds of realizing that Coco is gone from our presence, there are the panic calls of her name from either me or Heather. She comes running with the toy dangling out of her mouth. If we’ve caught her before the critical moment, the toy survives. If not, we do what parents of dogs and children have done for hundreds of years. Call the lawyers.
p.s. Happy Income Tax deadline U.S. citizens! Go stimulus, go.