Last night the hubster and I were huddled over his computer, reading an e-mail from a friend of ours. Suddenly, we heard a baleful sound coming from behind us:
You could feel the tension in the air as we both braced ourselves and turned. What did Beau catch this time?
Sitting innocently on the floor was Hideaway with her toy mouse at her feet. The tension disappeared in an exhale of relief from both of us. She'd "caught" her "mouse" and wanted to share it with Mommy and Daddy.
We showered her with compliments and kisses and told her what a good girl she is for catching a toy mouse (we emphasized the word "toy." Very strongly. Don't want her to get any ideas!).
All too often, it seems that the rowdy, rambunctious, and rule-breaking kids get all the attention. So I'm happy to be able to write about my well-behaved "Heidi" today.
I just hope Beau isn't teaching her to hunt real mice!
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