Our older cat Maggie couldn't care less about the Christmas tree, but Bobby... oh, it's a magical new world with baubles to bat and garland to grab!
But it's our dog Ruby who gets the prize: yesterday I noticed her sniffing around the coat I'd left draped over my desk chair. I picked up the coat to investigate, and discovered Ruby had chewed through the lining and the pocket to score a piece of Dove dark chocolate I had stashed there the day before. All that was left was the chocolate smudges and the damp, destroyed fabric. Now I'll never know my Dove promise. Maybe I should ask Ruby...
Of course I commended Ruby for her hard work and right away stitched up the torn places. It's my favorite coat - old and soft fine-wale purple corduroy I bought here in Birmingham at Rich's, a store that no longer exists. It was an impulse buy, and I've never regretted it. When it's right, it's right!
And I suppose that's exactly what Bobby would say about the ornaments he keeps stealing from the tree.
Merry Christmas Eve, everyone!
Having pets is its own, sometimes delicious, reward, right? Happy Christmas to you, Irene. We are sitting here watching "It's a Wonderful Life" after a wonderful day. Tomorrow are the festivities with everyone.ReplyDelete