Laughing with Leia

I have a chocolate lab. We bought (yes, bought, not adopted; the horror, I know) little Miss Leia in October of 2015. She was about 10 weeks old at the time.

She looks so innocent, doesn’t she?

Since we’ve had her there have been many days where I didn’t know where our entertainment came before her. There are also many days where I’m sure getting a puppy was the biggest mistake we ever made, and I’m just glad we decided on a puppy instead of a baby. Leia is not just any puppy, she is a puppy with separation anxiety that hates loud noises and has endless amounts of energy. Did I mention we live in an apartment? I realize we aren’t the only ones, who have ever had a lab puppy in an apartment, what I don’t realize is how anyone actually survives this way without being admitted.

snow covered rock
There was no convincing her that this “rock” was going to melt.

Leia loves rocks. My house looks like a rock museum. She brings in a rock from outside every single time she goes potty. This is not an exaggeration. We have started throwing the rocks off the balcony, so now we have our own rock garden at the bottom of our balcony. Leia also has an endless amount of toys of which she likes/has not completely destroyed about five of them. Leia is not allowed to have rope toys, toys made of cloth, or a bed in her crate.

Meet Pink Flamingo

You know how stores have those super cute Christmas toys in December? Stores have the toys with the little hats and scarves for puppies? They are adorable. Leia had a big long (about 3ft) pink flamingo. Pink flamingo had a cute little hat and a long red scarf. Long red scarves are not something you tend to worry about until you have to help your puppy remove it from their bottom. Leias’ favorite place to use the bathroom is on the grass right outside of the front office of our complex. One beautiful yet cold afternoon Leia was really struggling to release her bowels. My eye caught some red dangling from her bottom. Of course I was worried at first, as anyone would be seeing red coming out of the bottom of another creature. I soon realized that this was not blood or her intestines, this was Pink Flamingos scarf. Poor pink flamingo must have been cold. With my neighbors circling the roundabout and the wonderful people who run our complex undoubtedly watching the comedy show that is my life, I grab a poop bag and proceed to pull no less than a one and a half foot scarf from Leias’ behind for all of Windsor to see.

She just found a blender ball…

Until next time,

Life is my comedy show

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