Last night I rushed to the Chez R to check on the girls and eat a quick bite before French class and threw the ball a few times for Merry as I was eating.At some point I noticed that she didn’t bring the ball back but sat beside my chair with an intense, iron-melting stare.
Where is your ball, Merry?” I asked as I ate.
Stare. Nervous wiggle.
“Where is it, little Merry?”
Stare. Pant. Stare.
So, I went looking with Merry following. We looked all over the den – under chairs and ottomans, under tables behind dressers…. All the while Merry’s eyes screamed “Find it! Find it!!!”
Finally I went to check their little indoor piddle pad before I left for class and there sat the ball where she had left it while taking a little potty break – right in the middle of the piddle pad.
Bless her heart. We all get a little forgetful when we have a few years on us, don’t we!
Many tail wags and happy yapps are sent to BarkBark in particular.... but also to The Pamela's Girls.
Many tail wags and happy yapps are sent to BarkBark in particular.... but also to The Pamela's Girls.
Love from Auntie J too!
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