Today, I'm going to tell you about Lily.
But, where Paris was mellow and laid back, Lily was that kid that ate too much ice cream before bed. She ran and jumped and barked and whined all the time. I thought "ok, she's a puppy, she'll outgrow it." I was right. She outgrew crazy and went into evil-genius mode. She hired Paris and Chihuahua-Bill on as minions. She started with little things, like jumping up onto coffee tables and digging in garbage, but slowly worked her way up to things like moving furniture so she could climb up onto countertops and cross the kitchen unnoticed and mysteriously unlocking her kennel while I was at work. She figured out how to open closed jars so she could eat the things that were on the inside. One day, Mike came home to find her shoulder-deep into a Costco-sized jar of peanut butter.
Lily can count. It's creepy. We typically put two scoops of food into the bowl. If we just put in one, she'll stare or scratch the food bin until we add the second one. She's also taken to moving her entire eating area (food dish, water dish, and rug) into the bedroom if she feels we should fill something up.
Lately, it's gotten extra weird. She's decided that Mike is HER mate and she tries to protect him at all costs. She growls at me when I get into bed and last night... new level of crazy... I woke up in the middle of the night to find her standing in the middle of the bed staring at him while he slept. I'm not sure if she's being protective or plotting to murder us in our sleep. Of course, as I write this, she's curled up in my lap, snoring and looking very innocent.
I don't believe it for a minute.