After the scarfing the medicine escapade, everything that's anyTHING is up out of reach, or so one might think.
Silly humans.
This afternoon, Gracie opened the bedroom door.
OPENED the door.
Raised herself on tippy-toe to check out what was on the dresser.
Picked up Violet, my iPod shuffle, and ran, chewing all the while, to see there was a squeak in there.
Violet doesn't squeak and now she doesn't sing.
Of all the things to grab off the top of your dresser, it *would* be your iPod. So sorry. Poor Violet.
ReplyDeleteCoulda been my pager :O or the cell phone or my purse ...
ReplyDeleteLittle brat, and now she's in heat.