Balloons
My mom sent Adam and me a birthday box in the mail since we have birthdays close together. In it she included a bunch of balloons with instructions to blow them up on Adam's birthday. I always listen to my mom, so I sat down on the couch on Adam's birthday with the pile of balloons.
Jazzy sat down next to me like she usually does. I took the first balloon and started to blow it up. Jazzy shot off the couch as if the balloon had attacked her as soon as I started blowing it up. I'm not really sure what she thought that balloon was going to do to her. She certainly wasn't going to give the balloon a chance to attack her so she went into her crate.
I finished blowing up the balloons and let Adam see them strewn about the living room. Then we had to get rid of them so Jazzy wouldn't have a heart attack. Silly dog.
Flies
When I'm home, I've been leaving the back door open a crack so Jazzy can go in and out as she pleases. Since the door stays open for small stretches of time, a fly snuck in the other day. It made it's way into the blinds in the living room right in front of Jazzy's perch.
While I was in the kitchen, I noticed Jazzy slinking about and staring at the window. I thought she was acting strange so I went into the living room to ask her what was wrong. When I asked her, she just looked longingly at her perch from the other end of the couch.
Then I heard the buzzing. I realized there was a fly stuck in the blinds and she was terrified of it. So I got the flyswatter and bravely killed it for Jazzy. She was quite pleased to be able to go back to her perch. I guess that makes me her hero.
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