(Okay, maybe I haven’t posted 432 cute puppy stories. But I thought maybe it would be better to talk about a cute puppy than to freak about what happened in London. Happy Code Orange, everyone!)
Last night, after we gave Phantom a bath, I was sitting on the kitchen floor struggling to dry him with a towel (I ordered a chamois-type thing to help get him dry faster – can’t wait until it gets here) and he was attacking/playing with the ends of the towel. I had Junior bring over Phantom’s “Baby” this kind of rabbity-doggy looking stuffed toy that’s literally as big as he is. He loves this thing, if love means trying to pull and chew its ears off.
So once distracted by Baby, I handed the towel to Junior to put in the hamper. Phantom saw all this, and when Junior came back out to the kitchen, Phantom shot him a dirty look, gave a little growl, and grabbed Baby and dragged him over to me, away from Junior, as if to say “I let you take the towel, but you can have Baby when you pry him from my cold dead teeth!”
I guess the lesson learned is “nobody puts baby in a corner”. No wait, wrong lesson.
