It's Like Looking After Kids! Kids Clad In Fur

Twice Upon A Time
Conrad was twice suborned to be the Male Escort on a primary school excursion to London back when the school had very few male staff, and none of them aliens wearing a human disguise.  His voice suffered, as every thirty seconds it was "SIT DOWN!"  "BE QUIET!" "SIT DOWN AND BE QUIET!" "NO EATING!" "SIT DOWN!" - you could put it on a loop, for four hours.
     Thus it has been for lo, these many hours at The Mansion, where the Thin Line of Human Responsibility devolves down to Conrad.*

"GET DOWN!"

     This is the cat, being where she shouldn't be, licking out what has to be the contents of Conrad's breakfast bowl.**  "Get down!"  "Leave the cat alone!" "Get off there!" "Don't tease the dog!" "GET DOWN!" "Stop that!" "G - ah, you get the picture

Zoomies!
This is a particular form of frantic activity, better expressed as FRANTIC ACTIVITY! where the Wunderhund traverses The Mansion from end to end at the highest possible velocity.  It is naturally difficult to express this in photos as a grey blur really doesn't illuminate:

Moving so fast you can't even see her

     I know that's cheating a bit.  Just wait until the epic battle photos come up.

The Tuggy-Bone Game
You may not be aware, gentle reader, that regular and strenuous Bone-Biting-Battle is one of the keys to your dog's dental delight.  Put simply, and without gratuitous grammatical gyration, playing tug-of-war games with your dog over a fake bone helps their dental health.

"GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!"

     In this case, Conrad began the Tuggy-Bone Game at 10:43.  There were time-outs, as your scribe is a bit old and not very fit, and a 30 minute walk, but the Tuggy-Bone Game didn't finish until 14:30.
     This better be worth it in vet's bills.

We Relocate The Crate
Edna is pretty much well-behaved once put into the sleeping crate, so Conrad, who generally cruises creatively well beyond midnight, decided to move it into the Upstairs Lair

    Of course, now you've seen it, I shall have to kill - WHOOPS! no, sorry, that was "The Fly", wasn't it?  This is a whole lot less hi-tec.

A Short Photo-Essay: Edna Versus The Blue Cushion
I have to say, Edna really, really  REALLY hates this cylindrical blue cushion.  When in the Upstairs Lair, she will go for it as if it were a rat simulacrum stuffed full of rotting codfish.

"RRRRRRRRG!"

     You can't actually tell what's going on here from the photo - Edna is having at the cushion, 110 m.p.h.

Attaboy Edna!

     Here she has it subdued, with her patent Border Terrier Death Grip.

Death Grip time-out

     Here she is taking 10 seconds out to spray liquid teflon on her incisors.

Take that, foul apparat!

   - which has enabled her to wrangle and rend the Evil Blue Cushion onto the Mansion's stairway.

Edna 1 Evil Blue Cushion 0

     Another triumph for Dog over Carpet!

I Have To Provide Proof
Well I suppose I don't have to, I just like to be on the obliging side of reality.  I mentioned the Longer Walk of the Afternoon of Dogsitting Responsibility earlier today, and here we have Edna sitting on the boardwalk just inside Tandle Hill Park this afternoon:

No Bored walk.
(Heh!)

     The tricky bit was keeping her off the endless ooze that had resulted from half a day's rain.  A grey squirrel commented on our walkabout, but remained too high to get a picture of.

* "Conrad = Dogsitter". Translation thanks to Mister Hand.
** Ice cream.  Conrad =  ICBM - "Ice Cream Breakfast Man"