(The Knight happens to love a good corn dog, just so you know…)
That nose gets her in trouble every time. Yesterday afternoon, as we have every single weekday afternoon since the steps were built off the deck, I let the girls out, let the girls in, and then went about MY business.
Yeah, the girl happens to think she’s also a sight hound, but it’s that dangerous combination of can’t see but can smell that leads her astray. (She was STANDING in my lap when I took that photo, just so you know.) Yesterday, I was frantic when I found an unwrapped “roll” of quarters on the sofa upon returning to the too-quiet living room. A quick count calmed my racing pulse; 40 quarters, but not the FIRST shred of a wrapper.
What was she thinking?! What enticed her to EAT the wrapper? The Knight had handed me the roll of Bicentennial quarters the night before, because I collect them. Shame on me; I should have put them right away, but honestly… Even with all the training my bassets have given me, it never entered my mind that she’d EAT a roll of quarters. Thank goodness it was just the sleeve and not the coins themselves…
I think that Mr. Bettis is a bad influence. Maybe she was collecting coins for his defense fund?