Boyfriend called me with the Daily Freya Report this morning while they were playing outside.  Freya loves to do this pant leg tug thing.  We thought she was just trying to play but this morning he figured out what she’s trying to do.  She’ll tug on your pant leg to corral you in or get you where she wants you to go… just like her Mom did to keep all the puppies from running to far away from the house when they were out of their fenced in area. It was quite hilarious to watch Midnight (Freya’s mom) keeping all the puppies in line when we had them out.  When she thought one was too far away, she’d run after it then tug on its back legs to get it to come back toward the house. She was a busy dog because two of Freya’s sisters liked to venture off in different directions.

This is the second MomTrick that Boyfriend saw Freya picked up.  The first one we noticed was when we were visiting the other puppies on Tuesday. He brought Midnight a couple steak treats. Freya just happened to snag one and took off running to the corner of the house. She immediately started digging a little hole, dropped the bit of steak, and covered it up. It was in the exact same spot where Midnight hid a piece of pizza using the same method on Saturday. That’s the only time Freya did any sort of digging… and at least she had a purpose and was good enough to cover the hole back up! 

I woke up 45 minutes before my alarm this morning. I had a dream that Boyfriend changed his status on Myspace to “Mastering the art of body language.”

My comment back to him was “you better be referring to my puppy.”  

I had to make an emergency run down to see Boyfriend & Freya this evening. I got a phone call from Boyfriend saying that Freya has worms. He also had a small list of other things he needed for her.  I didn’t want my poor puppy to suffer until I got back down here on Friday so I called Bonnie and asked if she & BigBro could check on my boys tonight while I run the stuff to Wisconsin. I really hated to leave the boys behind because they love coming down here but I really, really don’t want them to pick up worms from being around Freya.

When I got down here Boyfriend had Freya outside.  She recognized me immediately and came scrambling to my feet. She was so happy to see me!  We played outside for a little while then we brought her inside so she could eat and take her medicine. Afterward we took a ride out to the rez so she could visit her mom and siblings. We were pleasantly surprised to see the two males were gone. Freya’s mom and the rest of the girls were so happy to see her. They all played hard for a good half hour before it started raining and we had to leave.

Once we got back to the house Boyfriend & I gave Freya a bath then she and I went to play outside for a while.  We played and ran until she was so pooped she had to drag herself inside!  Since she was tired I sat on the living room floor so she could snuggle up next to me.  She quickly fell asleep with her head resting on my leg. Boyfriend was pretty exhausted, too, so I told him to get some rest while I was here to take care of her.  I got up so I could give him a back rub so he could sleep better. I put a blanket that I brought from home on the floor so Freya had something else here that smelled like me. She buried her nose in it immediately, wagged her tail a couple times, then fell back asleep.

A little over a month ago I was visiting Boyfriend and his cousin stopped by. He asks me, “You want a pup?” I declined because I already have two dogs and the pups he was referring to will grow into really big dogs.  The mother is a husky/malamute mix and the dad is a rottweiler.  He already asked Boyfriend but he declined because he’s saving to buy his next dream dog, a Neapolitan Mastiff. Yup, he loves big dogs.

During a phone call a couple weeks ago Boyfriend said that his brother decided to take one, possibly two, of the pups and explained the ones he thought were the best.  That weekend when I was down he brought me to visit them so I could see which ones he was talking about.  It was a little late when we were there, the mother wasn’t around, and none of the pups wanted to come out of the dog house.  Fortunately it was light enough so I was able to see who he was talking about.  One was a big, scruffy, thick coated, black/white/grey male that looked very much like a husky or malamute. The other was a brown and white female with silver eyes and some rottweiler markings. I fell in love with the female as soon as I saw her and was excited she would be part of the family.

Last Thursday night I get a phone call from Boyfriend. He didn’t sound quite like himself so I asked him what was up. He asks me, “Are you sure you aren’t ready for another dog?” He proceeded to tell me his brother wasn’t going to be able to take either pup and his cousin was talking about bringing them to the humane society if he couldn’t get rid of them. My heart sank. I told him as an absolute last resort I would take the brown female because I couldn’t stand the thought of her ending up at the humane society.

Today is Vegas Day!!! I have to pick my niece up in a mere 7 hours and my suitcase is still empty.  Here’s what I found to do instead:

• Monkeyed around with Jeanne’s website.
• I printed 2 pictures to take with me. One of my family, one of my BF (yes, BF, not StatusPending).
• Flipped through music on my iPod.
• Sent a few texts.
• Played on MySpace.
• Played on Flickr.
• Played Rock Band then put my “equipment” away.
• Stared at my toes, while deciding what color to paint my nails.