There comes an auspicious turning on the compass that guides the life a small dog, a redirection in space that changes everything. We are at the cusp of such a turning point. And in this case, the new direction is UP.
Within a day or two, Gandy will be able to jump–first, on the couch and Queen Anne chair upon which newspapers, books, house shoes, camera bags and anything else wanting to avoid mastication has retreated to safety. But safe, not much longer. Then the bed will be in her sights and soon in her powers to conquer, like a personal Mt. Katadin.
And there will be no higher hiding place for formerly-forbidden stuff unless we resort to bear-country tactics: suspending all consumable items (anything that is not made of plate steel) from a rope thrown over a convenient tree limb. What? O-rings screwed into the ceiling?
She has her sweet moments, right before she naps, and right after she groggily wanders out of her crate, and before her mouth is overcome by the irresistible physics of attraction.
She can no more ignore her dental attraction to buttons, laces, sashes or cardboard than a horseshoe magnet can choose to avoid picking up paper clips and thumb tacks. Her teeth are drawn by invisible forces that radiate through space, in the same way the tongue of a small boy is attracted to a frozen pump handle in January. Gandy’s magnetic mouth is drawn to all objects in her orbit, though thankfully, flesh has become somewhat demagnetized.
UPDATE: the ability to leap low furniture in a single bound happened mid-day Friday.
And we don’t know which way’s UP.
PS: There are new pictures. They’re on my iPhone. And they’ll stay on my iPhone until I can install a wireless router that actually works. To repeat: theÂ N600 HD Wireless Dual-Band N+ Router I was sent yesterday did not work. Not at all. DO NOT BUY BELKIN. It is their fault I cannot show you a Gandy picture this morning. And that, dear sirs and madams, is a serious corporate mistake worthy of boycott!