Yesterday, when getting my dog's annual license at Town Hall, the ladies began talking about what their dogs had stolen off their counters. One dog, a black lab, took dough that was rising, off the counter, ate it AND the towel that was covering it. No ill effects.

My nephew's dog had an addiction to socks. He eventually died from eating one sock too many and did not make it through the surgery, alive. I think the dog had many issues, but the sock thing could have been prevented, in my opinion. They have a new dog. As far as I know, Morgan, their new dog does not eat socks.

Prue doesn't really like food all that much, so she probably didn't want to eat it but OWN it!

Last night, while sitting in bed, watching TV and knitting, Prue brought her marrow bone to bed with us. Us, being Lucy the cat, Juni Rose the cat, Prue and MOI. Well, Lucy made the mistake of walking near Prue's bone. Prue went after her, barking and snapping, to get her to leave the bone alone. Juni Rose saw the event and jumped on Prue's head, claws out, yelling and screaming.... Prue turned around and started biting and barking at Juni Rose while I did my usual yelling at the top of my lungs. It was a real event. I put the bone in the refrigerator. Problem solved. Everyone is fine this morning. These guys don't hold grudge's. (Except for the on going battle between Chloe the cat and Juni Rose the cat. That battle goes on, house divided. It eases up some days, but takes a turn back the next day!)

P E T S !!