Look at this terrible creature.
Tallulah decided to become a consumer of books. Literally.
First she had visions of sugarplums dancing in her…jowls. Sugarplum is one of my favorite books from childhood. It is about a little doll who somehow gets caught in a jar of sugarplum jelly. Do not even ask how, or why this makes for a good story, or how she breathed in there. All I know is the part where she looks out on the world through her jelly-colored glass? Helped make pink my favorite color. For life.
Am I going to be sued by the Sugarplum people for showing you this? The book has been out of print forever, I think. WHICH ADDS INSULT TO DOG INJURY. My friend Dottie searched hither and yon for this book for me, and now where is it? In my canine's gullet, that's where.
But was she satisfied with Sugarplum? Oh, no! Lula decided to become dogged in her pursuit of grammar and spelling. She gets it from her mother. So she sank her teeth into The Chicago Manual of Style.
So, basically, who do you think I am pleased with?
The only bright side to this? Is I had a PERFECT excuse to fire the insane dog walker today, not that I needed a further one. Starting Monday, Tallulah goes back to dog day care. She is clearly bored out of her skull all day, and is trying to find reading material to keep herself amused.
My firing email was three sentences long. Woo-hoo! And email. I know. Brave!
Speaking of my little book-banner, guess who turns one horrid year old tomorrow? Does she stop being a puppy tomorrow?
DOES SHE? (I'm not grabbing your collar desperately or anything.)
DOES IT STOP TOMORROW?!?!?! I'd look in my puppy book but I seem to have misplaced it…