The Bitch is Back

With the premature demise of her only offspring, Dakota has quickly returned to her youthful exuberance that characterized her prior to child bearing and parental responsibilities. This is not wholy a good thing. Sure, it is entertaining to watch her bounce and prance and run, drag sticks twice her size, and generally make Tigger look like Gary from SpongeBob. But unfortunately, her sense of good judgment has shrunk as fast as her puppy-less teats and everything seems to be fair game once again. When I was asked by a fellow scouter at church yesterday what animal brain we would be bringing next (see our previous post regarding squirrel anatomy), I considered a certain black dog...
Do any of you remember Elton John's song, the one that inspired the title to this post???
If we didn't all enjoy her the rest of the time, we would entice her to go play with the neighbor's goats. Some of you will get my drift.
This is the remains of our competition volleyball, now stripped of its entire padded outer layer. You will see it as multi-colored flecks strewn across the front yard. Notice her remorse...


This is what is left of Laurie's autographed beach ball from girls camp. Who needs sentimental crap anyway. Thanks, Dakota. How she got it down is a mystery, unless she was able to bounce ninja-style off of the lockers, then the van and finally up the shelves and pull it out. Again, notice her perked up ears. Yes, there were things being uttered under our breath that she has not heard before!


Actually, she was looking over at the rest of her mayhem. Somehow she was able to open the Rubbermaid bin, pull out a string of Christmas lights (one of the few good ones no less), and rip parts of it to shreds. Boots, shoes, her own pillow, and cardboard are all part of her reverie. She just plain went nuts. This is all over one night's time. I think I am going to start keeping her in the rabbit cage (the rabbit was also a victim of her playtime craziness).