I was working in the office this morning when I heard an awful ruckus in the hall. It seems that there was a wayward slice of toast placed on the top shelf in the closet (long story). Miss Matilda the dogg sniffed it out, and was desperately trying to figure out how to reach said toast. She hopped up onto the first level of shelves, but could not figure out how to reach higher. She did, however, manage to gnaw at the towels on the third shelf. So close, but so far…
The photos may be funny, but the soundtrack was hilarious. Imagine the high-pitched, desperate, squeally whine that only a frustrated runt-dog can make. You’d think she hadn’t been fed in two weeks.
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how about an update on how the toast got to be on the top shelf?
I made Laura some toast and she had it upstairs as we were both getting ready that morning. But Tilly was being such a hassle trying to get it from her that we set it on the closet shelf before so that Tilly would leave us alone and allow us to get ready. We both forgot about it, I left for work and Laura started working. Sorry, not a very exciting part of the story and, as you can see, quite long relative to how interesting it was.
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