This is an old dog.
An entitled dog.
A dog that thinks too highly of herself.
A dog with an ugly mole.
This is a BAD dog and she is our dog….
Meet Bleu
Our history with Bleu goes back before the children. She has been a participant in all major milestones in our lives. She was our first “baby” and suffered through my husband’s and I rocky dating relationship. She was there during our break up, reconciliation and later marriage. She was there when we brought home our first child to which she sniffed, sighed and promptly walked away with the understanding that her place as baby was forever lost.
We have always loved Bleu and have understood that she has a secret life when we leave the house. We never questioned it and allowed her to have her time to “express” herself in whatever dog like fashion she chose. (She is spayed so there is no expressing herself with any male companionship.) It wasn’t until we got our new couch that I began questioning her actions. We would come home from a quick errand and the pillows were everywhere. Hair was EVERYWHERE. Nothing was destroyed but why was the room a wreck?
My husband had an idea. It was brilliant….tape the dog while we are out. Record her actions.
I did. I’ve watched and now I know. It’s like my own reality show except I am the only person in the world that has found it fascinating, until now. I have the raw footage of one of her couch sessions.
The original video was much more alarming however the disc conveniently broke before I could transfer the video to my hard drive.
I have tried to show her the video but she pretends she doesn’t understand.
Oh she gets it….
She is smirking under all that dog fur. She is just waiting for the next time so she can have a tap dance on my ottoman.
Bad Dog.
