After 17 inches of snow, the rain began last night. The backyard is now a slushy mess, which Sunny loves. But drying her off with a beach towel requires 4 hands, so I got a "Chicken Stick" out ahead of time (her "let Mom write"
She gently takes the treat in her mouth, then spots the Chicken Stick as she enters the kitchen.
She SPEWS out the hard treat in a 60-degree arc towards my kneecaps at 1200 meters per second like a Canine Claymore.
Sunny then stares at the chicken stick til I hand it over.
Then it's time for a zoomie in the living room before passing out to snore on the couch.
I don't think I'm going to get any writing done today.





You can’t sneak anything past them, that’s certain.
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