Oh. Hamish.

One afternoon I noticed my high energy dog- Hamish Macbeth was being a bit on the quiet side.

I looked over at him from where I was writing and he looked up and then he looked over to his right and yawned.

I asked him if he was feeling ok.

Hamish yawned.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

I went back to writing and Hamish’s sigh turned into a weird little puppy yap so I looked over to what he was looking at and noticed that there were a pile of his toys on the corner of his bed- and under the pile of toys was my cat Micey:

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

Sometimes I wonder about my dog- but mostly I wonder about my cat and if revenge really is a dish best served cold.

I’m afraid in this case…it will be.

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