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.
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:
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.