What? – Photo: L. Weikel
Remorse or Retaliation?
Just look at that face.
This is what greeted me when I returned home this afternoon.
I don’t think the title to this post poses a legitimate question. Not if you take a close look at her mug. I’m pretty sure Sheila is not too subtly giving me the proverbial paw and asking me what I’m gonna do about it.
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She shredded it. What of it?
It was there. She was bored. It reminded her of her puppyhood. Case closed.
Did I leave her anything extra to eat when I left? No? It seems I was gone an awful long time. She was concerned. Stressed.
Oh, yeah – that snack bag of treats she took out of my jacket pocket, ripping the inside of it as she dug at it in a frenzy? They were old. Stale. I could’ve packed a higher quality treat in that snack bag, to be honest. She’d worked up an appetite teaching that stuffed owl a lesson. Rude bird. And then forcing her to play hide-and-seek in my coat pocket? Just for a snack? A snack she deserved?
She’s OLD, dammit! And half blind. And deaf. How could she have lifted a paw against that evil raptor?
Really, that owl was looking for trouble. It’s been taunting her for months – maybe years; hard to say – her perspective is canine. And a girl can only take so much before her paw is forced. These weird stuffy things need to be shown who’s boss. She’s boss.
Disavowal – Photo: L. Weikel
Ick. No. Don’t put it near her. She doesn’t want to look at it.
And besides: She had nothing to do with it.
It was Spartacus.
I didn’t do it – Photo: L. Weikel
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