I thought you didn’t have any more surprises left in you. After all, you’ve been around for almost 2 years now. I thought we’d reached the depths of your naughtiness.
I was wrong.
Thankfully I had been warned. The troops had rallied and the battle cry went out long and loud as the pitter patter of little feet approached: “Maaaaamaaaaa!!”
“Seamus chewed up the inside of the red chair!”
“Seamus made a messsss!”
A mess. Indeed.
But once the kids had alerted me, and actually escorted me to the scene of the crime, it seemed they felt they had fulfilled their duties.
They stepped right over the mess. And went back to their tea party.
But my party? With my guests the vacuum, broom and dustpan? Was only just beginning.
Thank you, Seamus.
P.S. Promise to stop posting about my ridiculously naughty dog. As soon as he stops being ridiculously naughty. Something about actually capturing the destruction he wreaks, on film and then with y’all on the blog, makes me feel a smidge better. Thanks for being there.