Some emails have indicated that I've been woefully neglectful of posting my dog's cute little mug for all to see. That was on purpose as how much do you all actually care about my dog, anyone's dog, really? Just the same, it's probably time for a little Glin update for the dog lovers out there. That picture above was taken by my sister Kate last month when she looked after Glin for a weekend. I was out of town for a wedding in Michigan and Kate regularly sent me pictures via her cell. This was my favorite.

She's good, though she's recently been going through another puppy cycle. Or at least it seems like that. She's wildly rambunctious and alternately clingy. Right now, as I type this, her head is in my lap. She's whining all the time, at every little thing, and I'm desperately trying to break her of the habit by ignoring her, unless it's in the morning and she's signaling that she has to go outside.

There is lots of digging going on - everywhere. Especially my bed. I wake up to find she's buried bones and balls and toys amongst the sheets and let me tell you: nothing feels better than waking up with a rawhide shoved into the small of your back. Her favorite toys are balls, and I think that may end up being a constant in her life - she likes red balls especially and no, don't go telling me that can't be because dog's are color blind because I know that. Don't ask. The only thing Glin has a hard time distinguishing between are feet and hands because when she returns her ball to you, she immediately tries to shove it into your foot, not understanding that, unlike a dog, not all of my paws operate similarly.

My work schedule has shifted and so I'm not required to go into the office as early as I once did, leaving more time for Glin and I. We take long walks and runs - we're about to go out in just a few and she's pacing around the office ready to go because I already asked the lethal question, "You wanna go for a walk?" - and spend more time playing ball in the house because we can and because I no longer have anything of value that can be destroyed. It's really quite similar to living in a padded room.

Only with no padding because Glin would tear it apart.

Posted by Erin at 07:47 AM | filed under: Glin

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