A little scare yesterday. A little too much freedom for one mischievous puppy.
Why Olive why?!?
Walked into my bathroom yesterday around noon. On the floor was my razor (I leave it in the shower). Missing from the razor was the top (the part that holds the actual blades.)
Chew marks told the tale.
I ran around looking everywhere for the top. Saying, "OMG, OMG, OMG, Olive! OMG." She looked great. Jumping in the tub, jumping out of the tub. Chasing me. Jumping on the bed. Squeaking her toy. Rolling on her toy as I ran past to get the phone. Barking at her toy as the phone connected.
I said, "I have to bring my JRT in RIGHT NOW!" She may have eaten my razor blade off the top of the razor. We have to get her to vomit immediately!" Picture Olive rolling on my bed with a toy under her barking. Me rushing round the bedroom bath looking on the floor to find the missing piece. Four shelties following me around looking concerned. Olive looking up, then returning to her toy mashing.
Receptionist said, "One moment please, I need to go find the Dr." She gets on the line and says, "You need to bring her in for an Xray." I say, "OMG, alright I'm on my....wait, I FOUND IT!!! OMG, OMG, OMG! I found it! Thank you, thank you , thank you!" She quietly said, "oh good, take care." Then she hung up.
I picked up the missing piece to make sure all the important parts were there and just sat on the floor. Four shelties gathered around me giving me comfort. Olive continued to bark at her toy as she smashed it into my comforter.
Naughty, naughty, naughty. Later that day, playing in my office while I worked, she jumped into my lap and sat watching the computer as I typed, giving me kisses. When she is sweet, she is sooooo very sweet. When she is naughty......