Tonight, I wrote a letter to provide people information about a bill in Florida – HB 101 – that wants to revoke Florida’s anti-BSL law on the books. OK, so I heard the very beloved Dobies (that were and are the reason behind my passion to get this bill kicked like a football somewhere like to the moon, but further) loudly playing elsewhere in our small house. But I couldn’t stop writing to find out WHAT they were doing. When I’m writing, it’s not lilke I can stop the flow and turn it on again like a faucet. Well, OK, I can, but it really bugs me to have to do that, and the new flow is never like the old flow.
Let me say there is a certain irony to having sweated out a few good words for my freedom and those of my Dobies, then to walk into the living room and find that one of the 3 pieces of furniture left in my house had started to be used as a chew toy.
May I present the Exhibit?
Note the soft and comfy doggy blankey is unscathed.
I called in the nose of the family. The one who speaks the truth and I know it. Annie. She told me what she smelled all over those foam rubber buttons.
Later on she whispered a name in my ear. I pretty much figured it was one or the other of my innocent puppies, but I was leaning more towards the one who had a look in her eyes earlier in the day that made me worry…that look in her eyes is like an earthquake predictor.
OK, but instead of an earthquake, it was a volcanic eruption of foam rubber. The couch suddenly opened up and the stuff just came popping out. That’s Raven’s story and she’s sticking to it.
And the judge and jury, that would be Helen and Annie, believe Raven’s story this time. We know who the chewer of “stuff” is. OK, one of them. Taadaa! Luna. Guilt is all over this Doberchickies’ face!
Or is it more on the face of Lilian? With a Doberbeak like that, pulling open a sofa is nothing. As a matter of fact, the reason we no longer have the matching loveseat is due to the beak on this Doberpecker’s face!
Gotta love them. They keep me on my toes.