"Oh you need to do laundry? How about I roll on it instead."
In this times Stella Quirk read all about the struggle of something as simple as folding laundry with Stella in the house.
In this times Stella Quirk read all about the struggle of something as simple as folding laundry with Stella in the house.
In many ways raising children may be easier than raising Stella. She is an eternal Toddler with the reasoning capabilities of an 8 year old. This makes for some very simple tasks to become more difficult than they should be.
Take folding laundry for instance. What should not take very long to fold clothes and put them away can take me over twice as long with Stella in the mix. Think Toddler trying to help while picturing the mass destruction of the laundry chore Stella causes. I will start folding laundry from the basket and I will stack it in neat piles according to function and where they belong. She usually “allows” me to get half way through before she decides she is going to come trampling through the neatly folded and stacked clothes. Then she will proceed to throw herself down in the middle of it and roll around moaning, barking and grumbling as if she is having the time of her collie life. This will continue on until you pull every last stitch of clothing out from under her, if you are able to get all of it, and head to a room where she can be gated out or locked out where she will sit and throw a fit outside the door because she is unable to harass you while you are working.
But last night was different. Last night, I needed to fold comforters that had just come out of the laundry. She was just fine, lying in the kitchen watching the roommate baking until she saw me lay that comforter on the floor and make one fold like motion with it. At that moment, folding one comforter became the battle of the century. She pounced, yes just like a cat, onto the comforter taking it right out of my hands. She then began to thrash around rubbing herself all over it moaning, groaning and grumbling in complete joy. Every time I began to attempt to grab it she would start barking, not get up or stop rolling, just bark her sassy bark. This went on for probably a good 10 minutes before I was able to trick her into going into the other room where I could run back out and quickly fold it (definitely not as pretty as had I not been rushed) but it was DONE. She then threw an absolute hissy fit over the fact I had tricked her.
I swear, someday I think this quirky collie will be the death of me LOL!
Take folding laundry for instance. What should not take very long to fold clothes and put them away can take me over twice as long with Stella in the mix. Think Toddler trying to help while picturing the mass destruction of the laundry chore Stella causes. I will start folding laundry from the basket and I will stack it in neat piles according to function and where they belong. She usually “allows” me to get half way through before she decides she is going to come trampling through the neatly folded and stacked clothes. Then she will proceed to throw herself down in the middle of it and roll around moaning, barking and grumbling as if she is having the time of her collie life. This will continue on until you pull every last stitch of clothing out from under her, if you are able to get all of it, and head to a room where she can be gated out or locked out where she will sit and throw a fit outside the door because she is unable to harass you while you are working.
But last night was different. Last night, I needed to fold comforters that had just come out of the laundry. She was just fine, lying in the kitchen watching the roommate baking until she saw me lay that comforter on the floor and make one fold like motion with it. At that moment, folding one comforter became the battle of the century. She pounced, yes just like a cat, onto the comforter taking it right out of my hands. She then began to thrash around rubbing herself all over it moaning, groaning and grumbling in complete joy. Every time I began to attempt to grab it she would start barking, not get up or stop rolling, just bark her sassy bark. This went on for probably a good 10 minutes before I was able to trick her into going into the other room where I could run back out and quickly fold it (definitely not as pretty as had I not been rushed) but it was DONE. She then threw an absolute hissy fit over the fact I had tricked her.
I swear, someday I think this quirky collie will be the death of me LOL!