This post brought to you by the letter K.

K stands for Kyla...

and Krazy...

Ok maybe not the second one.

I have been extremely busy (and overwhelmed at times) with work and poor Kyla is a trooper and just goes with it...most of the time. However, after a 3 day weekend, her schedule was off today. She woke up in an ornery mood. I came home to her still in an ornery mood. She didn't want to play. She didn't want to go outside. She didn't want to snuggle. She just wanted to whine. She wasn't hungry. She wasn't thirsty.

The minute I pulled all of my KSI folders out, it was a different story. Then she wanted to play. And go outside. And snuggle. So I ignored her and set out to finish my progress reports. An hour and a half later, I leaned back and Kyla hopped up on the couch. She proceeded to scratch at my side and bark at me. I pushed her off the couch and leaned back again. And again, she hopped up on the couch and this time stood on my chest and barked. And again, I pushed her off. The barking continued and then I had an idea.

"Hey Kyla," I said. "How would you like a bone covered in peanut butter????" To which she cocked her head, barked once and ran to the pantry. Needless to say, she got a bone dipped in peanut butter.

Anyone want a needy, peanut butter loving dog?