This little troublemaker has a quick temper.  Not only that, she thinks she must have the last word.  If Skye thought she was going to get away with showing off while I was on the phone, she had another thing coming.  I had a surprise for her naughty behavior.

“No playing:  Sit, so I can take your picture.” I shouted.

Skye hates sitting still to take pictures during her play time.  She would rather run in full speed around the house like a lunatic and pretend she’s a Pitbull tossing her miniature stuffed animals around.

But the barking was annoying.

“SHUT! … UP! … SKYE!”   I shouted and rolled my eyes out of frustration.

She ran under my blanket to escape my Cruella De Vil dark side.  She knew that tone meant “uh oh. She’s angry! Get out of her way.”

“Aww Skye!!! You look so cute.”  I said.  Skye smirked and wagged her tail back and forth.

She was fully submerged under my covers looking so adorable.

“NO! Stay.”  I pointed and firmly said.

I needed her to stay there for a while  to finish her time-out.  I wasn’t letting her off the hook that easily just because she was batting her puppy eyes and grinning.

Skye needed to learn how to sit still and follow instructions on a first command.   And this was the perfect moment for a mini lesson.

She whined and softly barked, “ruff, ruff!” in an attempt to convey her doggie message that she was sorry and ready to play again.

I ignored her plea and snapped about five more pictures before chanting, “Let’s go!”

And that’s exactly what she did—sprinted off the bed and played her little self-out until she became restless.

Night! Night! Naughty gal.

Maybe her day will be better tomorrow.

xo