Here she is back then, napping with some things she planned to destroy.When I got her, she was about 4 months old. She was the product of an unplanned pregnancy on the part of my brother's beagle. (They considered sending her off to a boarding school for unwed mothers, but ultimately decided the tuition was too high.) I had wanted a dog for awhile but I felt like I should wait until I had a home with a yard, and possibly a dog butler, which is definitely a thing that exists. But then my brother had illegitimate mutt puppies, and one of the potential owners backed out, and, you know, puppies!! So now here we are.
Oh, sorry, let me just...
Ah, yes, HERE we are.
Objectively, I'd have to say that Stella is the best, most beautiful dog in the world. She is definitely half beagle, but she is also definitely half something-much-larger-than-a-beagle. We've visited her little beagle mom a few times, and Stella is at least twice her size. She weighs a little over 40lbs, although maybe that's too much, because a woman at the dog park called her fat a few months ago. (That woman is currently regretting her choice of words at the bottom of a river.) Mainly she's just built kind of like a golf cart, all small and square. She doesn't run particularly fast, but she is super strong, and could probably pull a smallish rickshaw given the right motivation.
Since her lineage was questionable, I'm lucky she turned out cute and relatively well-behaved. She whines a lot when she's bored (I am quite often boring to her), and I can't give her any toys that aren't made of steel, because she'll destroy them and swallow the pieces. But in general, she knows what is and isn't allowed, and she's friendly with people and other dogs, and she hasn't torn down the house yet.
Ok, enough of this online dating profile of my dog! Time for an interesting story! ... About my dog.
Like many dogs, Stella likes to lick the dirty plates as I load them into the dishwasher. A few weeks ago, she had her head pretty far in there, licking the plates at the back of the bottom rack. When she started to pull her head out, the whole plastic rack moved, and she paused for a second to think through the situation. About the same time I realized that she must have gotten her collar hooked on the rack, she decided that the best way to deal with this was with running away. She backed up again, the rack moved again,and so she backed up as fast as she could, dragging the entire rack out of the dishwasher. Luckily, at that point it came loose from her collar and crashed to the floor, showering her with a hail of silverware as she darted out of the kitchen and into the living room.
Which is where she spent the next hour, sitting as far away from the kitchen as she could get, staring wide-eyed and alert in the general direction of the dishwasher. And later, when she needed a drink of water, she went to the edge of the kitchen and kept her feet planted on the carpet while she streeeetched her neck over to her water bowl.
Needless to say, it was one of the most excellent things that has ever happened, and it totally makes up for all those trips outside in the cold to watch her pee.
Oh, sorry, let me just...
Ah, yes, HERE we are.Objectively, I'd have to say that Stella is the best, most beautiful dog in the world. She is definitely half beagle, but she is also definitely half something-much-larger-than-a-beagle. We've visited her little beagle mom a few times, and Stella is at least twice her size. She weighs a little over 40lbs, although maybe that's too much, because a woman at the dog park called her fat a few months ago. (That woman is currently regretting her choice of words at the bottom of a river.) Mainly she's just built kind of like a golf cart, all small and square. She doesn't run particularly fast, but she is super strong, and could probably pull a smallish rickshaw given the right motivation.
Since her lineage was questionable, I'm lucky she turned out cute and relatively well-behaved. She whines a lot when she's bored (I am quite often boring to her), and I can't give her any toys that aren't made of steel, because she'll destroy them and swallow the pieces. But in general, she knows what is and isn't allowed, and she's friendly with people and other dogs, and she hasn't torn down the house yet.
Ok, enough of this online dating profile of my dog! Time for an interesting story! ... About my dog.
Like many dogs, Stella likes to lick the dirty plates as I load them into the dishwasher. A few weeks ago, she had her head pretty far in there, licking the plates at the back of the bottom rack. When she started to pull her head out, the whole plastic rack moved, and she paused for a second to think through the situation. About the same time I realized that she must have gotten her collar hooked on the rack, she decided that the best way to deal with this was with running away. She backed up again, the rack moved again,and so she backed up as fast as she could, dragging the entire rack out of the dishwasher. Luckily, at that point it came loose from her collar and crashed to the floor, showering her with a hail of silverware as she darted out of the kitchen and into the living room.
Which is where she spent the next hour, sitting as far away from the kitchen as she could get, staring wide-eyed and alert in the general direction of the dishwasher. And later, when she needed a drink of water, she went to the edge of the kitchen and kept her feet planted on the carpet while she streeeetched her neck over to her water bowl.
Needless to say, it was one of the most excellent things that has ever happened, and it totally makes up for all those trips outside in the cold to watch her pee.
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