By Liz Palika
September 28, 2010
It’s hot today. Really really hot. I spent yesterday inside in the AC with a 4-month-old puppy who wants to play. He was full of the dickens. He already had a bully stick. He had already tormented Archer, who was kind enough to play with him. Bashir told him off. Riker was ignoring him.
But…UPS delivery driver to the rescue! Woo hoo!
I gave Sisko the brown packing paper from my packages. He can rip it, make a mess, and I’ll be happy to clean it up.
See, there’s a method to my madness. I’ve noticed over the last two weeks that Sisko is a little leery of flapping thingsÂ –Â not garbage bags but towels, newspaper and similar things. So we’ve been tossing the brown paper and crumpling it.
He has jumped in the middle of it from the sofa. He has torn it, shredded it, and I’m cheering him on. I bet the next time I flap the newspaper he won’t be worried at all. And you know what, if he wants to shred the newspaper later, that’s fine. It’s easier to deal with that than unreasonable fears.
In the meantime … here’s to some relief from the triple digits.