She's healthier. Not good and healthy. Just healthy.

Our beloved doggie has been feeling better and better.  So good, in fact, that she has become extremely bad.  We thought we had a good dog.  What we really had was a tired dog.  It's a subtle difference.

Several times in the last two weeks, somebody has knocked over the kitchen trash can during the day.  We've tried several methods of securing the trash can.  We wedged it between a table and a cabinet.  We We wedged it tighter.  We put it up on a cooler so it's harder to get into.  We put bricks in the bottom of the can.  And so far all that has happened is our dog, and probably a helper cat, have gotten better at knocking over trash cans. 

I think Olli has likely been helping, because I've seen him working at it when I'm around.  He's too dumb to realize you're only supposed to be bad when you're unobserved.  So it may be that the dog and cat are alternating in taking down the trash can.  Regardless of who knocks it over, I think everybody in the house has been helping themselves to trash.  The foam tray from a package of raw chicken?  Torn up and scattered all over.  I'm trying not to think too hard about what else has been in the trash.

For some reason, some of the animals' tummies haven't been feeling so great.  Go figure.

Yesterday the dog did something that was pretty scary.

Buckethead

Sometime while we were at work, she knocked a mostly empty catfood bin off the shelf and wedged her head into it.  When JD got home, her face and chest was soaked.  We figure she was drooling in fear for hours.  Knowing her behavior of late, she probably wedged her head in the bin immediately after I left for work, and stayed that way for about seven hours.

She seems none the worse for wear, though she was pretty thirsty by the time JD wrestled the bucket back off of her. I'm glad that she didn't suffocate, asphyxiate, tear up her ears, or break her neck falling down the stairs with that contraption on her head.

But man, what a bad dog!