Me: Where's my shoe? Have you seen my black shoe?
Brook (blind and partly deaf): Your...uh...dock glue?
Me: MY BLACK SHOE.
Brook: Oh, I dunno. I thought you said dock glue. Do we even have dock glue? It's probably with the camping stuff. Hmmmm...where is the camping stuff? We should go camping again.
Me: Breeze? Where's my shoe?
Breeze (blind, exuberant eight month old puppy): HI! Here I am. HI!!
Me: Did you take my shoe?
Me: Hiker, do you have my shoe?
Hiker (blind and if she could be giggling, she would be): I haven't seen it!
Me: I'm coming in your crate. I need my shoe.
Hiker is wagging her tail and wiggling as I reach in, feel around and discover my shoe underneath her.
Hiker (blind): I said I hadn't SEEN it!
Yup, a funny bunch and we're still keeping the fun in dysfunctional.
Sunday afternoon I went visiting the neighbors to drop off some dog biscuits I had made. I wasn't going to be long. Just a few minutes. I won't crate. They'll be fine, right? Wrong!
I'm not sure how many of the little candy canes got eaten. Nobody seemed to be feeling any ill effects so I'm not even sure who ate them. I went to each of them and tried to smell their breath. Who smells like candy cane?!
That's a little hand held vacuum that they ripped the lid of the box off. I wonder if they were thinking they could clean up and I wouldn't notice. The other casualty was a cardboard produce basket.
Next time I shall crate.
The dog biscuits I delivered? Very much appreciated and well received. More on those tomorrow for Tasty Tuesday!