Last night the alpha male was gone for several hours so after the children went to bed it was just the AF and I.
She started gathering up some stuff and piling it in the bathroom while running some water so I knew exactly what was coming. She was going to lock herself in there and steam herself in a vat of nearly boiling water until she was on the verge of losing consciousness. As I followed her into the small room she gave me a very stern, narrow eyed glare and said, "You had better not make a pill of yourself!" This would have hurt my feelings a little bit if I were that sort of dog. So I lay on the floor for 7 1/2 minutes listening to the Nora Jones CD and the periodic page flipping coming from the tub. After that I started to get impatient, was she OK? Why does she engage in this very bizzare behavior? So I leaned up to check on her.
Everything seemed to be ok, although she took a very snippy tone with me.
I laid down again for a few moments, groaning loudly now about the heat and the general rudeness with which I have to deal.
(Hm, proper grammar does sound odd sometimes, doesn't it?)
Finally, she set her book down and then there wa alot of splashing, naturally this concerned me, so I mounted an investigation, as any caring pet would.
And what do I hear?
"Would you get down, you goober, you're going to fall in again!"
Now, it should be pointed out, that only happened a couple times.
Anyway, by my pacing on the edge of the tub and whining and barking and pawing at her I was able to finally convince her that she really needed to get out of the tub.
I am so good to her!