I'm Thankful for the Crazies

Happy Thanksgiving to my sweet little peanuts. I am thankful for all of the love, joy, and general chaos that they bring to my life. I can't imagine how completely dull life would be without The Goose and Crazypants. I am thinking of you both as I laboriously lay on the beach each day in Hawaii. Thanks for being my sweet friends Bella & Lu, and get ready... life is about to get a whole lot crazier.

Seriously?

So it seems that little Lu may be going through some sort of mental breakdown. Last weekend it was the scary scary ribbons and today she has decided to add the television to her list of evil-doers. That would be the same television, in the same place, doing the same thing that it always has.

She has been sitting on her pillow growling at the tv for about an hour and a half now. Well, that might not be fair, she only growls when something on the tv moves. Needless to say, I am about to completely lose it. Even Bella has started to give her dirty looks.

Maybe, like Scott, she thinks that I may not have the greatest taste in television programming. Is it possible that the two of them could be in cahoots and this is some sad little attempt to try and make me turn off the tv and clean the house? I'm going to put on Animal Planet and see if that helps. Otherwise, it may be Puppy For Sale. Dirt. Cheap.

Update: Rob Lowe just came on Oprah and Lulu is going crazy. Apparently not a fan. I guess she is too young to appreciate his work as Billy in St. Elmo's Fire.

Evil Like Babies, Bunnies, and Rainbows

On Saturday night, we were sitting in the living room watching a movie when we heard a growl coming from the other room. Bella was, as usual, splayed out on her pillow trying to recover from a long day of napping so I used my powers of deductive reasoning to figure ou that it was Lulu. Growling is somewhat new for Lulu. If we are out on a trail and unexpectedly run into someone she deems sketchy, she will produce a low, guttural grown and usually run the other way.

Scott went to check on her and I asked what she was growling at. He said, "I have no idea, she seems to be growling at the corner." Um, okay. So we went back to the movie and called her in to the room. She came in, but a few minutes later was growling somewhat ferociously (for Lulu). My thought was that some kind of rodent got into the house while letting the girls in or out and that we just weren't seeing it. I got up and went into the room and really tried to determine what she was growling at and finally figured it out. Are you ready? It's pretty scary. Here goes:

Yep, she was growling at a jar of pretty ribbons. Scott took the jar down to show her and she ran up to it, growled, and then hauled out of the room. We still have no idea what she found so disturbing about the ribbon jar but what I find most interesting about this whole scenario is that the jar of ribbons have been in the exact same place since we brought her home in March. In fact, I have probably not even picked it up to dust, and now it is back in its place and she seems fine with it. So I guess either my ribbon are possessed by The Devil or Lulu is one fry short of a Happy Meal. I know what my guess is.