Tilly!

We love Tilly, the beautiful chocolate lab we adopted in July. When she first came to our home, she hid in corners, behind beds, and in the very back of her crate--every hiding place was an attempt to avoid affection. She couldn't do anything normally: walk, run, eat.

But since that time, Tilly really improved. She walks on a leash--or without a leash--outside, she runs on the golf course beside our house, and eats large amount of food. She's also comfortable enough to produce large shoestrings of drool in front of us. Although she's still a little nervous around company, the friends and family who frequently visit have definitely noticed an improvement.

Now, my Rupp loves to play. He plays fetch perfectly with the Kong or the Cuz. Sit, throw, return, repeat. Sometimes he'll mix it up by laying down for you. He's very impressive. He also loves soft toys. He latches on for dear life and falls asleep as he mimics a nursing kitten. Very adorable. We just couldn't get Tilly to play along; her instincts wouldn't kick in. Until now.

Well, Tilly learned to play. I'm just concerned about the things she wants to play with. Her first toy was a bottle of moisturizer. She unscrewed the lid, licked the contents clean, and chewed on the packaging until her gums bled. The other day, Tilly went after a container of Cumin. Yes, you read correctly. Silly Tilly must have been after the smell, because after she opened it up and poured it all over the living room floor, she didn't try any of the seasoning. She did destroy the plastic bottle. Today, Ben just informed me that Tilly tore apart my Calphalon pot holder.

I don't even know how to conclude this post. Suggestions? Even weirder pet stories? I doubt that's possible!