Jorja and the Goldfish

So Jorja wasn't feeling all that great on Tuesday. She ate a LOT of turkey roll over on Monday with all the training she did. Apparently this is not a good choice for Jorja, we were up several times in the night. BUT, she would like you all to know that she has mastered the plank. She will stand on the plank and tolerate having cookies thrown at her, toys chucked, and the owner jumping up and down like raving loonie. We are now working on standing on the plank looking down. (For those of you reading that may not be agility folks this is pre-contact training for agility). Here she is doing the plank:

Okay, all good but this was not the point of the story. The story was about a goldfish.

Goldfish?!

Yep. Here he is, the poor sucker! We named him Fred.

Back to Jorja. Given the large amounts of projectile liquid coming from her posterior she got fasted on Tuesday. Feeling guilty about this in the evening I gave Jorja a goldfish cracker (since they are my basic food staple I was of course eating them for supper, again. 'Least it wasn't popcorn this time!) Jorja, who is usually a very un-picky potlicker chose to take her goldfish gently and carry him from room to room. Kitchen to living room, living room to bedroom, bedroom to office. Each time she would pick him up gently by the tail, carry him to a special spot, lie down and then place him gently in front of her. Every now and then she would throw him up in the air and tease him a little, roll him around in her mouth, then gently spit him out. Here she is in the office, letting him have a little rest after having been pounced on a time or two.....

She did finally eat him, but it took a good twenty minutes of torture. I think my laughing at her was egging her on, who knows. She makes the funniest noises when she is playing, I tried to get it on video but of course she quits doing it when the camera is out, brat!

Cai says hi too, but he couldn't bother himself to get out of bed. Yes, he is *under* the covers!