We have this new nightly tradition where we have to practically drag Nola into her crate. Penny runs right in and lays down immediately, perfectly, while Nola stands five feet away from us. Her face shows no emotion as she stares at us trying to pretend like she doesn’t know exactly what she’s supposed to do. So, I start by trying to gently coax her into the crate, which turns into me pulling her by her collar, to which she plants her tush firmly on the ground and refuses to move. Flat out refuses. I believe she purposefully plants all her weight in her bum just to make it even more difficult. A real-life puppy paper weight. Once we do get her in her crate, she just stands there and stares at us waiting to see if we’re truly leaving her in there or if we will have a change of heart.
I have documented this above for posterity sake. We’ll look back, years from now, and remember how Nola used to be so difficult sometimes. Hopefully she’ll outgrow it and we won’t be talking about how she’s still difficult years later. Either way, it doesn’t matter how much mischief they cause during the day. They still manage to steal our hearts again, every single night.