Bridgey Speaks

Leela is getting restless. She created quite the excitement this weekend. After about a week of not being able to play, run around, or go for walks, she finally decided to take matters into her own hands: she made a break for it.

We were packing up the car to leave my in-laws’ house, and I went out of the house to open the back of the car for Dave to put the crate in it. I *thought* she wasn’t near the door, but as soon as I opened it, she pushed past me, knocking me and a potted plant over, and she took off. She romped and ran and had a jolly time.

In fact, she romped and ran out and around the house, into the street, and ignored our calls of come. We resisted the urge to chase her, but she wouldn’t chase us either. Freedom. Sweet freedom.

Finally, Dave yelled for her to sit, and remarkably, she did. He was able to grab her and drag her back into the house. While I was completely relieved that she wasn’t hit by a car, I began to freak out all over again when I discovered she had popped a stitch on her foot and was bleeding.

She seems okay now, and she’ll get checked out by the vet at an already scheduled appointment on Wednesday. But Dave and I were quite shaken up. She did her best to love up to me in the car on the way home, and it wasn’t long before we were snuggling. How can I stay mad at her? I can’t.

Hopefully soon, she’ll be back in shape to get her walks. In the mean time, once the doc says it’s okay on Wednesday, we can walk her on the treadmill to ward off such exuberance.

Mojo loves Christmas for one reason: the tree. He loves sitting under it on the tree skirt, whether or not there are presents. He loves to sneak behind the presents when there are some and have a quiet place to sleep. He loves to play with the low-hanging ornaments (non-breakables only!), and he sometimes has success knocking some ornaments off the tree. When he does, he loves chasing them around the house.

Maia loves the tree too, and she was very excited when we put it up. But really, it’s Mojo who gets the most joy out of it. Even before it was up, he seemed to know what was happening and circled me and the room in anticipation.

Somewhat relatedly, Mojo also seems to have taken a shining to Leela’s ginormous dog bed. There is truly room for both of them on there at the same time (without snuggling even), so my hope is that one day they’ll make it a habit to hang out there together. It would be nice to use all that extra space (we somehow thought our 50 pound boxer was going to be the size of a great dane when we bought it). It would also be very sweet to see the two of them co-existing peacefully in such a small space.