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.





Priorities Brigid, priorities. Often our pets are not ours.
ReplyDeleteI finished the flying book last night. This post was an amazing book end to that tome. Thanks for all your amazing stories.
ReplyDeleteI'm so happy you read it! Thank you as always, for visiting these many years. I hope you and yours have a wonderful holiday season.
DeleteLOL, she 'saw' the treat, that was your mistake...
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