This evening, I received a beautiful bouquet from my dear daughter and son-in-law. It almost turned to torn petals and ripped stems. When I brought Guinness in from his final potty break, he spotted my flowers and ran straight to them on the coffee table. Before I could nab him, I envisioned that he would spill the whole thing, perhaps break the vase as well as the glass top table, and try to rip the flowers off their stems as a snack. My typical reaction to potential disasters is to scream, which I did. I managed to catch the vase midair as some water was spilling, drenching the books and magazines on the table. I wonder if he will always be attracted to posies?
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
Guinness, the flower dog
This evening, I received a beautiful bouquet from my dear daughter and son-in-law. It almost turned to torn petals and ripped stems. When I brought Guinness in from his final potty break, he spotted my flowers and ran straight to them on the coffee table. Before I could nab him, I envisioned that he would spill the whole thing, perhaps break the vase as well as the glass top table, and try to rip the flowers off their stems as a snack. My typical reaction to potential disasters is to scream, which I did. I managed to catch the vase midair as some water was spilling, drenching the books and magazines on the table. I wonder if he will always be attracted to posies?
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