Fall day

By now most readers know that I am completely besotted with Decibel and her antics.  This weekend however, she might have lost a point or two in her 'Dad's' opinion poll.  And it wasn't even her fault - she would say.

What happened was one of those adages come to life, in this case the one about "it's all fun and games until someone breaks a window".

Decibel, who is an outdoorsy kind of gal, needed some grooming attention.  I can usually do that with a little wrestling, but this time she had one of her teenage moments, and her nails were going to rival Nine Inch Nails and so I called in the cavalry, namely Harold.  For a while we played a spirited game of twister with Decibel who would alternate between scrambling to get away, hiding her paws, throwing a little fit, and just when things got too fierce, being a really good girl.
The cycle takes about 45 seconds.

Just when we had gotten to the scramble while jumping away part again, she combined it with a sudden back-up move and her butt (rather bony) smashed through the window!

Okay, that was a first.

All 22 nails trimmed and mats brushed out (mostly).

Decibel looked very guilt stricken and stopped fighting me, which was good, since Harold was trying to assess the damage.  Rest assured, nobody got hurt.  Harold taped the broken window so he could remove it without glass shards all over the place, I finished Decibel (as long as the house is not burning, I finish the grooming), and luckily we still had an old window in the shed, so the glass got replaced with a new piece, which is so clean that I will probably smash it, thinking the window is open, but the dogs will most likely take care of that and put a few nose prints on it.