DAILEY BAILEY #8

Posting has been sporadic because we've been out of town. Our lovely friend, Anya, has been house/dog-sitting for us. She and Bailey are great buddies. Below is an email that Anya sent while we were gone. We were laughing so hard that we were crying. You may not find it as funny as we did, but if you knew Bailey (and Anya) you would!

Anyway… after we came back in from our morning walk, she went bonkers. She played a game while I was in the bathroom getting ready—she would start in the living room and run as fast as she could to the front door, sliding across the wooden floor the last ten feet and crashing into the door. She did this about nine, ten times. When I went out to check on her and see if she was possessed by the devil, she stopped and pretended nothing was happening (“move along, folks--nothing to see here”).

I went back to brushing my teeth, and about three minutes later I hear her winding up again. Only this time, she navigates two turns, the hallway cabinet, and my feet and slides into the bathroom—running headfirst into the tub.

And then she just lies there on the tile, looking up at me as if everything is normal and she didn’t just come careening into the bathroom like a bat out of hell.

Keep in mind, this is AFTER her morning walk.