Our dog has become afraid of stairs. Only outdoor stairs and only on the way up, thankfully. But still, what a pain. If we let her out to go pee, she can go down the back stairs, but then stands at the bottom and barks until we let her in a different door. Weird.
She ate a $20 bill the other day. Grabbed it right off the counter. She's only 7 months old, so we cut her a break. My mom's dog, at that age, ate the back seat of her car.
Lately she has been grabbing things that she is not supposed to have so that we'll chase her. Whenever I find her chewing on something, I grab her head, open her mouth and shake it until whatever she has falls out.
Last week, a dead mouse fell out. It was dark. I couldn't tell what it was, so I picked up for closer look.
My daughter said, nonchalantly, "Oh yeah. Me and [babysitter] saw that earlier today. The cat caught killed it and left it in the living room." I guess cleaning up dead rodents is not really part of babysitter's job. But from now on, I hope she'll point out the carcasses to me.
And let's give a round of applause for the cat--she's 15 and still killing! She earns her keep.
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