So picture it.
I'm in the shower, (door open of course, because how does one shower without 4 dogs asleep on the tiny bathroom tile floor, you know you can't close the door) and hear a 'noise'. Now it could only be one thing right? The Ginny Monster eating the toilet paper.
But no, GM is no where to be found. Skeeter (the crazy yellow I'm doggysitting) realizes I am in the shower with water (apparently his parents don't let him in the bathroom LOL) and he jumps in the tub. So Rhys starts barking.
Still can't find Ginny. I call her and hear 'tap'...'tap'...'tap'...'tap... she's wagging so she's BAD.
Still hearing the sound. Out I come, soaked. Grab a towel and meander out into the living room dripping.
There's the GM, evil GinnyGrinny wagwagwagging. With my NOVEL shredded to 6,000,000 pieces. I grab the cover and begin to lash her over the head with it, and she goes BEZERK! LOL running and woowooing...She knocks me over and I'm laying on the rug like a nude crazy lady laughing my butt off.
Thats what I get for trying to be a disciplinarian. Guess its just not in me.
Off to Chapters to read the last chapter of that novel.
'Don't grow up too quickly, lest you forget how much you love the beach.'
~ Michelle Held
Rhys, Ruby and Nola
HA HA!!!!!! GM you are lucky
Oh God...the picture in my head........WAY too funny!!!
You always have the BEST dog stories from your bunch!!
Oh my God...it sound like my house
With my luck that would be the exact moment someone knocks on my front door.....nude with the pups all going crazy. hahaha
To quote Garth:
My pretty girl, Lexi!
hahaha! What is it, a full moon lately? Dogs with mouthfuls of Q-tips, novel-eating dogs. I'm scared to go home tonight!