Our dog is a little schizo. I’m not sure why; maybe being stuck inside mama an extra day, brain damage due to lack of oxygen, ya know? At any rate, she can be totally fine one moment, then something frightens her and she just freaks out. You never know. Maybe it was because of times like this… We got her as a puppy when we lived in Salt Lake City. This was when Kiki was 3. A year or so later, Kiki got into this habit of putting the dog on her leash and dragging her around the house…Oh, I mean "taking her for a walk". Uh huh. Poor dog, but hey, it didn’t really hurt her. Then Kiki decided it would be good to tie the dog up so she couldn’t wander off… After we nearly lost a doorknob I told Kiki "you can NOT tie the dog to doorknobs! That’s not what doorknobs are for!" Silly me, I forgot to just say "don’t tie the dog up"… So, one day I was in the kitchen, Alan was…well, probably watching TV…and Kiki was "walking" the dog…it got quiet, and you moms know what I mean when I say I should’ve known something was up…all of a sudden, there is this crashing and howling and yelling and crying coming from the livingroom….Alan and I rushed out there, and here is the scene we came upon…. Kiki is sobbing, standing near the fireplace. The dog is across the room, trembling, and attached to the dog’s leash is…the entire fireplace screen and one of the andirons….black soot and ashes are strewn across the pink persian rug… a huge gouge is in the hardwood floor where the metal has dug in, and the only reason the dog has stopped is because the fireplace screen is now hung up on the sofa so she can’t go any further. The lesson I learned that day…when giving instructions to my child, I have to try to cover every possible angle, because if I only prohibit ‘A’ and ‘B’ you can be sure she will conjure up situation ‘C’….sigh. I tell myself it is just the sign of a bright child, who can come up with all sorts of ideas….that makes me feel better than just thinking she can find all sorts of ways to get into trouble….!!