Pupsie Pupses Some More

That dang Pupsie! She has continued to dig the water out of the water bowl every day, at least once. And Farmer H has continued to not put a jagged rock in there like I suggested. Something she won't pick up with her mouth to chew on, which might break up the reflection if that's why she's digging. Meanwhile, we still put water in the old bowl beside it, which she doesn't dig in. But three dogs drink a lot. Especially big ol' Copper Jack.

Anyhoo... on Thursday, Farmer H came home and got in POOLIO with two new pool noodles. He had just descended the ladder, and was mounting his noodles, when I saw a tail-wagging Pupsie go around the porch to the water dishes. 

SCRATCH SCRATCH SCRATCH!

"HEEEYYY! YOU GET AWAY FROM THERE! Hollered Farmer H in a gruff voice.

"PUPSIE! NO!" Hollered me from inside the house.

Pupsie slunk away, back to the back porch by the kitchen. At least she looked a bit ashamed. I have a feeling that she was confused by Farmer H's dog-talk, but responded to mine. I've hollered at her before, catching her in the act just outside the laundry room.

About a half hour later, Pupsie went back around to the water bowls. No scratching. I saw her peeking through the porch rails at Farmer H on his noodles, tongue dripping. Like she actually cares about him, and what he's doing. She was rewareded when Farmer H turned around, saw her, and gruffed, "GET OUT OF HERE!"

Farmer H needs to be more consistent with his messaging.