aka Carly Dog, Bubba, Bubby, Pumpkin, Pumpkin Pants
Isn't she the cutest thing that you ever did see? I thought so.
Carly is our six year old golden retriever mix. What she's mixed with, I'm not quite sure. We adopted her from a rescue when she was three. We've had her for three years, and I really can't remember what life was like before her.
Carly is the sweetest most well behaved dog I've ever met. When we brought her home, there was really no adjustment period. It was like she had lived here her entire life. She fit in right away and learned her routine easy. She's smart and serious. All we have to say is, "Go to your house" and she runs up the stairs to the bedroom we keep her in when we are away. She's also fun and playful. Her hobbies include watching TV, chewing on cow hooves, looking out the window, playing fetch and licking her paws.
For all of Carly's wonderful qualities, she does have a flaw. She is afraid of thunderstorms. She feels them coming and she starts to pace. When it starts she wants to be a close to you as possible. Last night as I was getting ready for bed, thunder started to roll and she wedged herself in between me and the bathroom cabinet I was standing in front of. Normally, I don't mind her neurotic tendency because Lord knows I've got some of my own. The only time this is a pain is when we are in bed. She insists on climbing into bed. Again not a problem, except she doesn't want to cuddle. She wants to sit. And pant. And shake. Which in turn shakes the entire bed.
After panting for a few minutes last night, she laid down and gave me these sad nervous eyes. Could she look any more
Luckily the storm didn't last long and she eventually grew tired of the photo shoot.
What are you going to do?