Someone ate 3/4 cube of butter tonight.  I found the plastic baggie that it was in, but couldn’t figure out what was in that baggie.  Later I went to find the butter to make some popcorn.  I found it nowhere, and bingo!  The light came one.  Then I looked around and wondered who will be having the shitz or an attack of pancreatitus or pukitis tonight.  Luna had the bag, but that’s when it was empty.  That doesn’t mean she is the one who did the deed.  I always have to point the finger at Pippin first.  Then Annie.   Luigi gets the third spot.

I don’t want to go through this.  I really don’t.  It’s awful when you know it’s coming and can’t do anything about it.



About Helen

I’m a Southern California living in South Florida. I’ve been here for 10 years as of October 1, 2007. No matter where I live, I’m a dog lover, and my breed is the Dobermann Pinscher of the Working Group. I am also fond of the Australian Shepherd of the Herding Group. My life revolves around my dogs, which is something those family members of mine don’t understand. So I’m an island in that respect, but have built friendships with those who are doggie lovers and respect the canine as much as I do. Some do rescue, some train in, compete in, and judge AKC trials. The common thread is our dogs are family.

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