Yesterday I carpooled to work with a coworker in his car (today was my turn to drive). Happy stayed at home with Stella yesterday. I put the big dog bed (where Stella sleeps and Happy tries to conquer all other times) in the closet so he wouldn’t eat it, as he tends to do when he’s home all day. The shoes were also locked in the closet, as he tends to go after those, too.
What I forgot to put up, however, were my ski gloves and hat, which were alongside the bed on the floor. When Jen got home before I did, she found one of the gloves chewed up and a hole in my ski hat. Luckily, he didn’t go after my good, more expensive glove, although the matching glove (and the match to that which he ate) is missing. So yes, this mix-matched set was what I’ve been using for skiing.
Today Jen issued Happy’s punishment for this crime: He has received a Go to Jail card. He will go directly to jail. He will not pass Go. He will not collect $200.
Yet calmly he lies at my feet, chewing the fuzz off a tennis ball. Ahh, the life of a dog.
(Clearly Jen is the creative genius in our family, which explains why my whole Web site is in text and a good percentage of the images I include here are produced by her — this entry no exception.)
