Help! My daughter is not home today! She left me to baby-sit her mutt. She should know better, as I am HER mother…
The new dog–Genevieve–woke me up and since I’m NOT a morning person, I stumbled to the bedroom door, opened it and shooed her out. Fell back in bed.
TWO HOURS LATER
Opened the door. Stumbled downstairs for coffee. Thurston followed me. He’s not a morning person either. Genevieve was in the kitchen licking a plastic container that had been sitting on the counter filled with beans and rice. Man, I hope she’s not allergic to rice. Anyway, I squint at her.
“Did you eat the beans?”
She spots Thurston. As is her habit, she attempts to make love to his head.
She breaks wind. On his head.
I’m thinking she ate the beans.
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.