It's official. I have changed Gracie's name to Marley, after that naughty dog of the book and movie fame.
I was going to re-name her a few weeks ago on a Saturday afternoon. I had shut her up in the kitchen so that I could get in a nap without her scratching at the bedroom door. No sooner had I dozed off, it seems, than I could hear her scuffling around the door. I thought maybe she had at last gotten over the baby gate (previously she had gotten herself hung up on the gate, half on one side and half on the other). But no, not that. Instead, she had chewed off both ends of one of the wooden posts of the gate and managed to squeeze herself through.
But this evening, she finally, truly earned the designation. Gracie - and Penny when she was alive - had the habit of barking at people when they walk by on the sidewalk. Gracie always goes a step further and races to the bedroom to get a further look at the "trespassers" as they get past our arbor. Just before 7 p.m. this evening it was still light out and Gracie was perched on a chair before the living room windows, this being her guard post. Someone walked by and Gracie barked like crazy, as usual, then launched herself into the air, as usual, prepared to race to the bedroom.
The only thing is, this time she caught her back foot in the cord to raise and lower the blind. The entire blind was torn off and trailed behind her as she ran. It scared the beejeezus out of her. The look on her face was hilarious. I was laughing so hard I couldn't scold her, even when Dan told me the top of the blind is broken and he may not be able to re-install it.
So, meet Marley II, maybe the second most destructive dog in the world (second only because she hasn't chewed up any walls yet).