Yesterday while I was sleepwalking through my usual morning routine of taking the dogs out, making coffee, getting firewood, and starting a fire in the fireplace, I noticed Squeak playing with what I thought was one of her toys. She was tossing it in the air and jumping on it like a cat playing with a catnip mouse. I smiled and thought, Cute puppy!
I got the fire going, poured a cup of coffee and went in the bedroom to make the bed. I could have sworn that I'd put my partial denture on the nightstand beside the bed, and then as realization slowly sunk into my sleepy brain, I hurried back into the living room where the puppy greeted me with a toothy, Cheshire cat grin. She reluctantly surrendered my undamaged denture and after a half-hearted Bad Puppy! I forgave her.
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