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Two new commands: "here" with sticking her nose in my hand, and "stand," each taking less than 5 tries to learn. How is it that she can be that intelligent and still lose to this:

Seriously. It taunts her. She'll go at it for 20 minutes at a time, eventually settling on barking at it until it stops moving. She's tried everything. Sitting on the spring, attacking the base, sneaking up on it - all to sweet, hilarious failure.
But adding to the intelligence front, Elsa has become a tactical striker when it comes to stealing. Like something out of a caper flick, she knows to go in, get the good stuff, and get out Mission Impossible-style. Most dogs can't resist the urge to sniff around in the trash or shred tissues, but Elsa knows what she wants. And whenever she's in a place she's not allowed to be unattended, she makes efficient use of those precious few moments, silently beelining for the best loot and zooming back to her bed in the living room.
In the kitchen, it's eggshells. In the bathroom, it's q-tips. In the bedroom, it's receipts. And she knows enough to bring them back to her bed to gnaw or shred them, as we can glance over and see "oh, she's in her bed" and not immediately be as suspicious as if she were in another room.
Also, the little brat has learned to muffle the bell on her collar. I'm not kidding. She's learned how to creep without the bell making any noise, and she's gotten to be fast. Thank goodness for that baby gate - it foils her attempts at thieving more often than I can track.
She's become an outright, in-front-of-your-face thief as well, when it comes to food. She learned long ago that begging gets her nothing, so now she'll just walk up and try to take things. It's the new habit to break, and we're making progress.
However, last night, I found it hard to discipline her because it was so goddamn funny. She was sitting with
elenuial as he played Dragon Age, like she usually does, and he had a bowl of the plain stove-popped popcorn in his lap. Every once in a while, he would grab half a handful and pop it into his mouth, which is nothing out of the ordinary. Except that between handfuls, Elsa would casually grab individual kernels with her tongue and munch on them while watching the screen, like a kid in front of a movie. When I noticed, I laughed and pointed it out to him, which got Elsa relegated elsewhere and the popcorn guarded much more closely.
I was also feeling shutter-happy this weekend, and remembered that I hadn't taken pictures of her since around Christmas. So here she is, ten months old, and getting to be a very pretty girl, with her freckles on her toes and muzzle and her big girl haircuts and changing colors.
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Seriously. It taunts her. She'll go at it for 20 minutes at a time, eventually settling on barking at it until it stops moving. She's tried everything. Sitting on the spring, attacking the base, sneaking up on it - all to sweet, hilarious failure.
But adding to the intelligence front, Elsa has become a tactical striker when it comes to stealing. Like something out of a caper flick, she knows to go in, get the good stuff, and get out Mission Impossible-style. Most dogs can't resist the urge to sniff around in the trash or shred tissues, but Elsa knows what she wants. And whenever she's in a place she's not allowed to be unattended, she makes efficient use of those precious few moments, silently beelining for the best loot and zooming back to her bed in the living room.
In the kitchen, it's eggshells. In the bathroom, it's q-tips. In the bedroom, it's receipts. And she knows enough to bring them back to her bed to gnaw or shred them, as we can glance over and see "oh, she's in her bed" and not immediately be as suspicious as if she were in another room.
Also, the little brat has learned to muffle the bell on her collar. I'm not kidding. She's learned how to creep without the bell making any noise, and she's gotten to be fast. Thank goodness for that baby gate - it foils her attempts at thieving more often than I can track.
She's become an outright, in-front-of-your-face thief as well, when it comes to food. She learned long ago that begging gets her nothing, so now she'll just walk up and try to take things. It's the new habit to break, and we're making progress.
However, last night, I found it hard to discipline her because it was so goddamn funny. She was sitting with
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I was also feeling shutter-happy this weekend, and remembered that I hadn't taken pictures of her since around Christmas. So here she is, ten months old, and getting to be a very pretty girl, with her freckles on her toes and muzzle and her big girl haircuts and changing colors.






