Everyone, I have decided, thinks that they own the "best dog." Despite the fact that they sometimes do some obnoxious things, most of us forgive our dogs and continue living in our lives in such a way that we believe our dog is awesome.
I am no exception. I believe that our
Despite her shortcomings (like chasing wild animals in the backyard and a now-infamous bout with explosive diarrhea after invading a nest of baby bunnies) we love her anyway. We really do think she's the best dog ever. But, she's not without her quirks.
Take her sleeping patterns, for example. I invested a semi-large sum of money in purchasing a delightfully rugged and comfortable bed for Rudi from L.L. Bean. It's canvas. And sage green with khaki piping. And sitting at the foot of our bed. She enjoys this bed, but only when we're looking.
When we aren't looking (or after we fall asleep, either way) she sneakily heads from this semi-expensive bed and sleeps on her other bed: the couch. The couch, she has decided is a far superior "bed" and being told not to use the couch as a bed only adds to the excitement. It's as though doing something forbidden makes the couch that much more comfortable!
Another thing she does at random is awake in the dead of night, run to the large 3-paneled glass doors on the back of the house and bark furiously. At 2:45 a.m. At nothing. Nothing at all. The thing about Rudi is that she only barks for a purpose. That purpose is usually a stranger at the door. So, naturally one would think that at such a time a random a scary, creepy man was on our property. Being creepy. And our guard dog caught him in the act, right? Wrong. Trust me, she's wrong. I've canvased the property with my mace. I've let the dog outside to attack whomever is hiding in the shadows. There's no one hiding. And there are no shadows.
So, one can only conclude that Rudi is dreaming. And like any good dog, she's dreaming of strange men in our yard. At 2:45 a.m. Naturally.