When the temp looks and feels like this:
It really is time to snack on something like this:
Chocolate Chip Oatmeal Cookie Ice Cream Sandwiches
Even the dog wanted one but was of course refused. They were so delicious looking that she hovered near the feet of the children, hoping for a stray drip. I am not positive but suspect that she was successful in this endeavor (she has excellent timing).
This kindly pup, now visiting for a few days, is very jolly with us and has actually become quite protective. Grandma had figured a nap into her day, and awoke to find the Athena-dog splayed out in a protective manner just outside the bedroom doorway. It was really quite sweet and made me feel wanted. So she must be adjusting to life at Grandma's house. I was expounding on this theme with quite a lot of pride when suddenly I noticed something in her mouth. What - was - it..? The thing was white and made of some kind of stretchy fabric. Something in my voice made her uncertain about this item. Was she not supposed to have it? And what was it that made Grandma approach so quickly? She clamped her teeth down even harder and made a dash for the table.
It was underwear.
A long time passed before I retrieved it, a mere form of its previous self. The fragments ended up in the bin. That's life with a dog. Dogs always manage to find just the thing they aren't meant to find and then bring it proudly out to wherever people are enjoying their dinners or their evenings or their visiting friends. I should be grateful it was something as innocuous as underwear. It could have been worse.
Far, far worse.
See you along the way!