Dashing through the snow on a one-horse open sleigh, o’er the fields we go, laughing all the way…
Gracie’s antics are epic. Shoot, if you search her name on the blog 171 posts pop up. ONE HUNDRED SEVENTY-ONE. She’s a busy girl.
We’ve tried more than a few things to whip her into shape. Training. Long walks to tire her out. Crating for misbehavior. More training. Spritzing her face with water when she gets up on the counters. Even longer walks to tire her out. Feeding her greens beans to fill her up. CBD drops. To say nothing works is the understatement of the century.
So we belled her.
Not the itty bitty wimpy bell I tried on her collar last time, no sir. Those just made a tiny tinkle noise that was zero help plus she kept breaking the bells off her collar. Nope, this time I tagged her with this bad boy:
I swear, I laughed for three days straight after they arrived because Gracie trotting down the hallway now sounds just like when the white witch’s sleigh shows up in The Chronicles of Narnia.
No more stealthy sneaking around the house for this girl. Gotcha!