Dìiiiiiiccccccccckkkkkkennnns!!!!!

The last couple weeks have been tough on this pup.  We changed our routine, changed our walks.  The hazy, hot, and humids returned with an "ick" and I'm not as available to Dickens as I'd like to be.  He's my buddy and he does his best to make sense of my mother's care requirements over his "let's go chase something" priorities.  He hasn't actually been deprived, but change can cause a pup's head to spin.  I get that.

Another thunderstorm moved in this evening just about the time the pup-son goes for his BIG walk of the evening, so Mr. Dickens had a little temper tantrum.  As I opened the front door, Dickens noticed the rain, backed up, and (if he could) would have thrown up his paws in disgust.

In his mind, I guess, there was only one thing to do.  THE ONE THING that would make my head turn and give chase.  That's right, my little son of a gun planned his revenge upon me by grabbing my knitting, shaking the skein of yarn like a chew toy, and then promptly becoming entangled in said wooly stuff to the point where he snapped and panicked as I attempted to liberate him (and my project).

Honestly, I should have read his body language.  Earlier he began to paw the carpet as if trying to release that pent up puppy energy.  I attempted to exhaust him by playing a game of "catch the duck".  I couldn't tire him out.

At the end of the day, the yarn's fine, the pup's fine, and we'll figure out how to manage our respective energy levels.   Now, if I could just teach him to wind a ball of yarn without eating it, we'd be in a much better place.