Rikki

Rikki is my grandma's dog...(in all reality she's my dog...I convinced gram to take her home, I named her, and she likes me the best) Anywho! Tonight I went to tie her up, like I always do. I had her treat in one hand and her chain in the other. Well, Rikki didn't want to be tied up just yet. So, she followed me toward her dog house, and plopped herself down on the grass four feet away from where the chain could reach her...oh ho ho...she's a smart one! I tried to bribe her with the treat, but every time I came near her, she'd roll over on her back like she wanted her tummy scratched...well, that wsn't gonna happen, she'd been playing in the mud all day and was filthy. I stepped away, and she rolled onto her stomach again. This went on for about five minutes...so, I tried the treat again. This time she seemed interested..sorta. She litterally crawled forward when I held the treat in front of her nose...we were making progress...and she realized it, because when I finally got her a foot away from where the chain could reach her, she rolled onto her back again. (Arggh!) So, in an attempt to get her tied up, I used my foot to scratch her very muddy stomach...that didn't work. Slightly frustrated, I went down to the barn to shut that up for the night, when I got back, Rikki was laying in her dog house! (Unmistakable profanities were uttered under my breathe.) Rikki doesn't like baths...I think I'll give her one tomorrow.