My dog is SUCH a ding a ling. And… I am so mad at her right now. Last night she was laying on me and something caused her to lurch forward and crawl off of me in a hurry. I was wrapped in what HAS been my security blanket for 17 years. Holy s#!&!! Is that right? Anyway…….
I bought this thing in France a looooooooong time ago. It’s gray, it has a hood. It’s a sweatshirt. It has some green letters on it, it says something in french. It used to have a pocket in the front. I wore it when I was there. I wear it inside out when it’s clean or, when it needs washing. I wear it right side out and I’ve even worn it to work. I wear it with the hood up in doors (hey, sometimes cranky just DEMANDS a hood)…… I wear it on days of light duty… and sometimes, I wear it to the store……….
So Mitzi’s ding a ling paw caught in my hood’s front pocket as she was jumping off of me and RRRRRRRRRIPPPP!!
She had no IDEA what she’d done. Her brain is the size of a plum, you know. The second she was off of me she’d forgotten she was even there………… Anyway, I was so hurt that the pocket had been ripped that I couldn’t even shout. I just stared at it….. stunned….. and sad. I thought my hood would live in perfection for ever… and now, it will be forced to live out it’s final days, exposed…. and pocketless.
I exclaimed, “Miiiitziiiiii, look what you did!!” She just bowed and waggled and thought I was saying something nice.
Then again, maybe Mitz and her plum brain secretly had something against my hoody. I don’t know….. maybe she was jealous of the fact that when I wore it, she wasn’t TOTALLY allowed to sprawl on me….. I never liked it to have dog hair on it……………
Anyway…. my ditzy dog is staring at me now……. waiting patiently to go to bed….. with me…. sans hoody.