Me: So…. I suppose you think that’s pretty clever…
Beaumont: What’s that?
Me: The toy you’ve torn apart.
Beau: What toy?
Me: The one between your paws.
Beau: It wasn’t a toy Louise.
Me: It wasn’t?
Beau: No!!! It was a pesky marauding invader masquerading as a stuffed sheep. I killed it dead so it wouldn’t infest our home with its nefarious ways.
To read the rest and learn how a torn-up toy becomes a lesson in following the No. 1 Rule, click HERE.
Thinking of you and wondering how you are. I hope you are tending to your beautiful heart.
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