Attack!

Our little schnauzer puppy is relatively normal in terms of puppy standards. She runs and bounces around the house, thinks everything is a toy and acts like a little black furry Hoover, picking up any little piece of anything that looks good enough to eat. This basically means anything within her reach. This morning she was delighted with a piece of cellophane. Yum.

She really only has one bizarre, um, quirk, we'll call it. She hates the drying rack. It's plastic coated metal wire rack that can be folded up and stored in the closet. I'm not sure what it did to her, but it must have been pretty serious. Observe: