Until recently, Olive could have easily been nicknamed "Mary Poppins" because she is Practically Perfect in Every Way.
With Patsy, I feel like I've taken (or was in the midst of taking) a graduate course in Dog Behavior. One of the things I learned is that a dog at about age 1, is like a teenage boy with keys to a Ferrari. No sense and little impulse control. By our best estimates, Olive will be a year around the first of April.
Hence some of the recent behavior.
For example, last night she was grounded to her crate for the night because she decided to ignore curfew and surf the counters at midnight. (I'd baked cookies for the Young Lady's lunchbox and Olive apparently decided to be sure there weren't any crumbs left behind to snack on.) Olive tried to fake us out by coming to bed, then sneaking downstairs after we were all tucked in. She has no idea how finely tuned my radar is- it has been honed by Patsy, Bumper, and two teenagers. She then openly defied my "it's bedtime" commands. Thankfully, Olive's stomach wins out every time and a cookie in the crate was all it took to end that episode and get me tucked back in and sleeping.
But her most offensive, in-my-face naughtiness/dog boredom, to date, was this:
This is what was a neatly wound ball of mohair and some roving. She really went for the weak spot on this one.
I trashed the mohair. In fact,in order to salvage the roving, I had to cut the mohair away. There were only a small handful of felted bits of roving that were beyond help and I finished spinning all of that yesterday and started plying it last night.
The ideal solution for Olive, well, for ALL OF US, would be for Spring to get here already!