Zanna the Wonderpup is a honking 5 months old. Zack the Wonderdog is a honking 5 years old.
That’s like having a 35 year old and a 3 ½ year old kid, in doggy years. Zanna adores the ground Zack runs across. She follows him everywhere – except up on the couch where he snuggles with me. When that happens, Zanna starts doing the…
Yup. She stands in the middle of whatever room she happens to be currently occupying, and scans the room slowly, just wondering what she can get away with next. For a minute or two, nothing moves except her head. From the right to the left, and then, from eye level to as high as she can see. Sloowwwly she turns. It’s hilarious to watch, and I’d love to know what goes on in her head. The problem is that I’m not always in the room, which is not so hilarious.
I stayed home today, which means the Wonders stayed pretty much inside, with me. Translate that to Terminator Zanna stayed in deep poop most of the day. She’s just leggy enough that she’ll try to reach dresser tops, table tops, whatever has something on it that catches her eye.
And she’s getting damn good at it.
Zanna’s list of stuff I’ve removed from her mouth.
In less than 12 hours.
1) One of my brand new Mephisto sandals.
2) Any number of gimme caps, which she steals from a shelf in the TV room. She loves her some hats.
3) A bra.
4) The remote control. The heavy one. That goes with the B&O TV. Probably couldn’t replace it if we tried.
5) A towel.
6) A turtleneck. And then a pair of my slacks. Crap. At least they matched.
7) A dirty plastic ladle, stolen from the dishwasher while I was loading it.
8) A Franco Sarto leather loafer, snatched from the closet while I was hanging up clothes.
9) A medicine bottle that fell off my nightstand.
10) The toilet bowl brush.
11) The gun thingy that goes with the Wii.
12) My freakin’ blackberry. I am not even kidding.
And if I yell, “Zanna!”, or say in a singsong voice, “Zannagirl, what do you have?”, she runs. So I have to play the “fetch” game to get her to bring it to me.
Which only encourages her all the more.
She is flat wearing me out. And I wonder why I have trouble getting housesitters.