Blanket Baby

    Sometimes I wonder what is going through Angel's mind. She has a couple of old blankets of her own that she enjoys and she does get the most out of that enjoyment. Most of the time she simply notices that I have spread it out on the floor and immediately rearanges it to suit her own taste. She has decided that a blanket should actually be coiled into a circle whick looks to me just like a bird's nest. When she is done she can curl up in her blanket/nest and she is as content as any animal I have ever known. However some days she really gets in a creative mood. She uses her nose and front paws to try to mold the blanket into a pyramid shape. Oddly enough she does manage to get a vertical triangle molded from the blanket. Now I can't quite understand her reasons for this behavior but then again an artist, even a hairy one, probably needs no reason to create. All I know for sure is that when it is done she is very proud of her work. She even does the little front leg bounce (that's another story in its self), and wags her tail so hard that her whole body sways. Of course this has a practical aspect from my point of view. If a blanket can stand up by itself in any shape, it is time to throw it into the washing machine immediately. Thus another reward for her is only an hour away. She gets to snuggle into a nice warm blanket fresh from the dryer. Hmmm, maybe that was the plan all along!

Mister Slick

    I recall once I was making a cheese cake and had left a stick of butter on the counter to soften while I was doing other things in the kitchen. However when I was ready to use the butter it was no longer there. I had been in the kitchen the entire time, I shook my head assuming I had been up too long and had simply thought I had put the butter out. Kitchens confuse me anyway so anything is likely to go wrong when I enter one. I put another stick out. I came back a few minutes later since I needed the butter right away so I was going to have to make do with cold hard butter. No butter!

    It was impossible that I could have misplaced the butter twice but I was beginning to have my doubts. I ran through the multiplication tables mentally as sort of a self diagnostic. All systems check out. No one is in the house with me and the dog had killed off any field
rats found.
HOLD IT! THE DOG!
    Now I know for sure I could never have missed a year old dog coming through the kitchen since I had been there the whole time. However my observations of him trying to highjack pizza deliveries and assorted other normal behavior for an ASD pup had readied me to believe anything was possible including invisible dogs!
    I literally run out the back door. There in the middle of the yard was one happy pup with the wrapper still between his front paws.  (no rips in the paper. Carefully unwrapped to use as a platter) Mystery solved. No need to call a shrink after all.
    Another lesson learned for both of us. For me, I learned one more facet of ASD trickery. For him, he learned not to steal from the guy that smelled like cream cheese.... well at least not anymore  that day.
Got to love em.
 
 
 

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