Grand Slam Communication
Blue has been with us for several months now.
She’s such a good girl.
We have decided that she is the Best Dog Ever.
It makes no sense.
Wrigley was the Best Dog Ever.
No dog could ever take Wrigley’s place.
How can Blue be the Best Dog Ever if Wrigley is already the Best Dog Ever?
It must be Dog Logic.
That’s the only possible explanation.
It makes perfect sense to me.
The Christmas cookies were cooling on the racks.
I got busy with cleaning up.
Five minutes later, they were gone.
Every last cookie was gone.
And there was Blue, grinning from ear to ear.
Her tail was wagging like crazy.
“Thanks Mom,” she seemed to be gushing, “Those were my favorite.”
What a numbskull.
Me, I’m the numbskull.
I keep forgetting how big she is.
Wrigley was small and couldn’t reach the countertops.
Plus, she was regal and dignified and wouldn’t stoop to such nonsense.
Blue has no problem stooping to such nonsense.
There will probably be some Christmas cookie pukage tonight.
I scrubbed everything down and started baking a new batch.
Obedience class starts in January.
Merry Christmas!