Then came Barley. My family seems to chuckle every time I call Barley Nana. Barley has no patience. She's always ready to go. Even when she's practicing a stay, her tail is waving wildly and you can see that every single muscle is twitching and ready to go on the command.
Barley is also a bull in a china shop. Her tail clears the coffee table in one swoop. No matter how often I clean and vacuum, there are always dog toys on the floor. She is certainly not a big helper when it comes to cleaning (although we're considering training putting her toys in her bucket next).
When it comes to doling out medicine, Barley is the dog that poisoned herself with a bottle of Aleve the second year we were together. Probably not the best job for her.
While it seems like she's lacking most of the skills that made Nana my idea dog, Barley becomes a new pup when I'm less than 100%.
I spent most of the last week between semesters in bed with a cold. (Which honestly wasn't that bad because it gave me a good excuse to spend several days doing nothing but reading.) Even though I was at my parents' and my mom was taking care of me, Barley took her nursing duties very seriously. She stayed stretched out beside me in bed or on a blanket on the floor beside the bed. She only left my side when she heard snacks rustling in the kitchen and then she was back as soon as she'd had a bite to eat.
|I might have stolen this blanket from your bed, but I'm not leaving your side.|
Last night, I was doing some work and heard rustling coming from behind the couch. As I mentioned Friday, Barley's been into everything lately. But we'd had a couple good walking days and on Saturday she actually napped instead of getting into trouble.
When I got up to see what she'd stolen this time, I found her with a box of passion tea--my drink of choice when I've got a stuff nose and a scratchy throat.
|I think it's time for you to have a cuppa!|