Well, turns out, she wasn’t so cute after midnight.
Maybe she was like Cinderella and turned ugly at the stroke of 12.
Or. Maybe she was possessed.
She wasn’t that cute.
The dog turned out to be totally possessed.
As we were going to bed on New Year’s Eve we noticed that the dog was whining and barking really, really loud.
And it kept getting louder. And louder.
Until I told Andy to get the heck out of bed and let that stinkin’ dang dog out of my back yard.
(family friendly version of the story…)
I thought the dog was miserable back there since she was causing so much racket.
So Andy obeys (ha!) and lets the dog out.
That’s when all heck broke loose.
Tramp, or the devil as I affectionately call her, went totally crazy and started clawing at every door and window of our house trying to get inside.
And she woke everyone up. Including Rory. She was NOT pleased one bit.
So about 2-3 hours later after we may or may not have shot the devil in the butt with a bb gun (he only pumped it twice and obviously that means something since he decided to tell me) Rory and Andy finally got to sleep on the couch together.
I, on the other hand, was in our bed so glad to have a whole bed to myself and to be rid of the devil…
when all of a sudden I hear a loud BANG on my window.
Over and over and over and over and over.
She was running back and then running full force and slamming herself into my window. Over and over and over and over and over.
Until 5:30 in the morning.
It was AWFUL.
And I had to get up at 7:00.
So the devil now resides somewhere in Blossom, TX because the pound and Humane Society weren’t open on Saturday.
Disclaimer: As everyone knows, I am a true dog lover. Which should be obvious since I decided to take a stray in. But when its waking up your baby scaring her to death in the middle of the night to which said baby will not go back into her room without screaming with fear, you get very very desperate. So please don’t go all PETA on me. Sorry if I offended anyone. Well. Actually I’m not really sorry. ha!