Luckie's Unscheduled SunDAY

Luckie expects an apology from us for disrupting her unorthodox, adventurous Sunday routine.

I do PHOTOHUNT on Saturday; Luckie does a different kind of hunt on Sunday. It's called SUNDAY "TERRORIZE THE HOUSE HUNT." See Catch-up Weekend and Luckie's Latest Sins , Luckie - Home Alone: Graze or Hunt.

Sunday my husband (H) suffered from minor intestinal distress and stayed home, while I attended church services. Usually we regularly attend together.

Because Luckie was not ALONE, she did not receive her usual, huge, sinful stash of dogie treat bribery - our anemic attempt to persuade her to forgo her Sunday adventure of graze and hunt indoors. As I am the designated bribe provider, she displayed pouting behavior to me all day Sunday, until her evening feeding. I guess all is forgiven when the food dish is filled!

She seemed bamboozled the whole day, as if her internal biological calendar and clock had malfunctioned. I hope we don't need a canine psychologist to straighten her out. Maybe she can adjust to adding another day to her weekly calendar, called UnSunDay.

Does she know when SUNDAY comes around? You can bet on it! She sees us both dressing at the same time. She begins impatiently pacing between me and the cabinets holding her treats. I call this canine blackmail. Finally, I dump an humongous serving on the floor as I walk out the door after my husband.

Yesterday, NADA, NOTHING! Starvation mode in full swing. Hope her ego is not scarred for life!

After all, we have a few prerequisites and rules with which Luckie must comply. HA! Fat chance that bucket holds water when our guilt complexes are activated by her deceitfully sweet demeanor.

Luckie - Home Alone: Graze or Hunt?

This Thursday morning is a hazard zone at our household. Like Sundays, Luckie will be spending a lengthy time alone. We both have various appointments during the same time period of six hours.

Despite her usual congenial disposition, "home alone" provokes a different aspect of her personality. I think she suffers from separation anxiety complex or just plain boredom.

She empties trash and garbage cans, chews up the Kleenex tissue box or her soft, fuzzy toys, and steals/eats anything that might be construed as food, like half or whole loaves of bread, Parisian donuts, frozen meatloaf, candy, or anything left within her ability to grab.

She once emptied a trashcan we keep near our coffee makers for filters and grounds. I've never figured how she did that, as its cover is step lever actuated. She shook the filters with grinds in such a manner as to cover nearby cabinets, walls and floor with coffee grinds. It must have been a lot of fun...for her. It was no fun cleaning up for me!

Our vet has advised giving her sedatives; we bribe her with a heavy serving of her favorite dog treats before we leave. I think we have that backwards -doggy treats only if she leaves the house intact!

She instinctively knows when we are leaving; she goes and sits in front of the cabinet where her treats are stored. We are shamed into giving her treats--guilt complex in full mode.

Today I hope the chipmunks [ground squirrels] and red or gray squirrels attract her attention and occupy her time. They have made their spring appearance in reduced numbers as their habitats have been diminished. We have less trees and vegetation since the 100 year ice storm.

She loves to hunt and show us her trophies, sometimes bringing them through her doggy door into the house for display. YUCK!

However, it is raining; Luckie is deluded , thinking she is made of sugar - might melt and dislikes water. Maybe she will choose a long nap in her favorite lift recliner.