Sitting on my bed, surfin’ the inter-web.
Livvy’s running around the apartment like a crazy person (dog, actually).
In and out, in and out of my room.
She loves this motorized ball I got her.
It even merits a howl/bark from her once in a while.
In and out, in and out of my room.
Playing with this ball.
All of a sudden it gets quiet, very quiet.
I hear a ripping sound.
That does not sound like her ball.
I get up, go look.
It’s my slipper.
The one she’s already eaten half of.
I take it from her.
Point it at her and say, “NO!”
She runs into the living room, tail between her legs.
I return to my computer.
She comes to the door with this look on her face that could kill.
“I’m sorry Mom.” Is what it says.
I say “It’s okay, com’ere.”
She hops on the bed, or on me, rather.
Plops down and rests her head on my shoulder.
She gives the best hugs.
