You can see what a mess Mandy makes in her little favorite corner of the kitchen. Bits of chewed-up paper, and sticks she carried in from outside; throw rug all wadded up to her liking; and the Mountain Dew case pretty well chewed up too. The bull is gone home now, so I took her for a stroll in the pasture last night and showed her our pitiful little pond. She heard the "plop" of frogs jumping into the water as we walked by, but never could figure out the source of the splashing.
This mutt is working out well for me and Cliff. It's hard to get a dog that suits my husband, but it appears we've done it. There is, however, one problem: Mandy is not good with small children. She has a tendency to jump on them, and chase them, nipping at their heels (part Blue Heeler, you know). We had a rather ugly incident with her chasing Natalie last Sunday, so now I'm watching her like a hawk when the kids are here. Hopefully she'll grow out of some of her foolishness.
I hear I may have to work Tuesday through Saturday of next week; that's probably right. I'll know for sure this morning. If so, I had better enjoy this coming three-day weekend to the fullest!