Lucy was awfully quiet this morning while I was in the kitchen packing lunch. On a hunch I poked my head out to check on her, and sure enough, she was in the living room surrounded by shredded cardboard and wrapping paper. Her project? A small gift addressed to Tibby and Milo. It didn't even contain food; a small cloisonne fish ornament lay among the ruins of the package.
As for Lucy, she was actually smiling and proudly wagging her tail...
right up until she heard the tone of my voice scolding her.
As for Lucy, she was actually smiling and proudly wagging her tail...
right up until she heard the tone of my voice scolding her.
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