Dog Sitting

We have been watching Sam's dog the last week while they were out of town. We asked Sam to bring Rambo's stairs so he would be able to get up on our bed (which we had to raise up pretty high so we could store boxes underneath) and away from Elsie. Well, Elsie thought the stairs were just about the best thing next to 'Nilla Wafers. As soon as we put the stairs up she was trying to figure out how they worked. She would usually get stuck on the 2nd step. After attentively watching Rambo go up and down them several times she finally figured it out, and was scrambling up the stairs and onto our bed before you had time to turn around. Poor Rambo. No where was safe from Elsie this time. Rambo, making sure Elsie doesn't fall (or waiting for her to). Elsie, making sure her little hombre is right behind her. I was a little worried about how the dog sitting would go this time, since Elsie is a lot more mobile, and aggressive, than she was last time we watched him. We only had one incident where Elsie was on the bed and trying to get over to pet Rambo when she lost her balance, fell, and grabbed onto Rambo in an effort to save herself. Rambo (who was surprised, and probably pretty irritated) nipped at her hand that was clutched tightly onto his hair and skin (ouch). No bleeding, just a few welts from where his teeth scraped. She was a little more careful after that, and Rambo was well-behaved the entire weekend. Even bringing his toys and setting them in Elsie's lap so she could throw them for him. It was super cute.