okay. am starting to use ifd's real name more often. at least in real life.
she was inside tonight when i got home from work. late. midnightish. waaaa. anyway. i brought her inside and she shared space with the inside dogs (prissy cheerleadery chihuahuahs) and the barn cat that i've been letting eat inside so that every dog in the neighborhood isn't eating her food.
anway. no fights. NOTHING was knocked over. no eaten glasses. or phones. or anything. no trash knocked over. no bread stolen off counter. no chihuhua picked up by her sweater cause ifd thinks it's her personal chew toy.
nothing.
this is also the first time where she sat down next to me and got petted without me literally sitting on her to get her to stay still. and she enjoyed it. it's like she finally realized what the point of getting petted was. she has had a routine of a few minutes a day of me sitting with one leg over her (she's a very strong dog) and petting or scratching her. she submits (cause im sittining on her). but today, she came and sat next to me and put her head on my lap. and i petted her. and she was so sweet. and then she rolled over and showed me her tummy and i petted her more.
it's like she's learned to read. here i was thinking my eighteen year old would never ever graduate high school and she's learned to read. and she's not even pregnant.
actually, she's only now getting to be near a year old. but she's just so darn big. everyone has told me to GET RID OF HER. but i'm an idiot and have kept her. maybe i should just put her on a.d.d. meds. lol.
so proud of her.