It’s hopeless! I gathered up all the dirty cat and dog dishes (including human dishes from letting Honey and Chico lick the plates) and stacked them neatly in a plastic dishwashing tub. Set the tub down on the steps by the kitchen sink, thinking I’d soak the animal dishes and scrub them last. As luck would have it, a few moments later Honey exploded with a bark that would wake the dead, knocking the tub off the steps as she bolted out the door to chase a band of raccoons. Plates and bowls flew through the air and hit the tile floor with a loud clatter, breaking into a zillion pieces . . . And now all is quiet again. She sleeps peacefully, totally oblivious. Only the two stainless steel bowls are intact.
Time to get on my hands and knees and pick up the pieces.
Honey
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Suzaji's Blog 
July 28, 2013 at 12:46 am |
Yes, Honey is oblivious. Just look at her. What a wonderful life!
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July 28, 2013 at 1:02 am |
She’s laughing, as if to say, “I’ve done my job—now you do yours!”
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