Some time back, I wrote regarding the cat, and her predilection to walk, stand and suddenly change direction in front of a cripple (THIS cripple) whilst I trying to descend the staircase. Or walk anywhere. I came to the conclusion that she was trying to murder me, and, that if I were found at the bottom of the stairs, she should be considered a feline of interest!
Of course, as she has gotten older (and larger – resembling an 18″ long beanbag) these attempts have lessened.
Lulling me into a false sense of security, as though I’d been forgotten.
Nothing could be further from the truth.
Enter into this equation the puppy dog. Now just over a year old, a wiggly, wriggly, jumpy, licky, all manner of puppy.
False sense, I’m tellin’ ya!
The other day, in a surprise search of her kennel, THIS was discovered:
(For the uninitiated) a shiv! A makeshift knife, manufactured through gnawing on a piece of disposed-of plastic cutlery.
Of course, she denies any complicity in the making of this implement, and continues to be all licky. As if she and the cat aren’t in this together! (She LOVES the cat!)
SO, if I’m found at the bottom of the stairs with such an implement imbedded in me, you know whom to question – both the cat AND the puppy!
I’M WATCHING YOU!
(Seriously, pets are the greatest! Just ask Brigid.)