...give the dog a bone...
As the nights get longer, and colder, the shepherdess looks forward to cozy evenings in the warm farmhouse with some good knitting, good hours to spin, or a good book. Perhaps some baking is in store...maybe an apple crisp with ice cream to follow up some scrumptious marinated lamb and home grown baked vegetables with warmed apple sauce. The newspaper came and is waiting to be read...
Waaiiiiitttt aaaaaaa mmmiiinnnuuttteee!
What's wrong with this picture? LOL! As Swifty sails through the house, bounds over the sofa as if it's a track hurdle, dashes after the cat then runs away as the cat gleefully chases him, the poor dreamy shepherdess is thinking this is not quite what she had in mind! Claws dig into the carpet, rugs go flying, shoes disappear. Splashes of water appear in streaks across the floor, trip hazards appear unexpectedly out of no where, and the cat chow magically disappears. Next thing I know, I'm a dog bed.
Good thing shepherdesses have boxes of things for emergencies! For the sheep, there are bottles of goo, orange powder, long straws, cans with blue spray and all sorts of other interesting things. For the sheep dog, there isn't much. The balls have all rolled away, the frisbees have all been lost, and the squeaky toys have been...well...misplaced. And unfortunately, the sticks have to stay outside. All that's left is something that lights up the shepherdess's eyes as though she's seen a $100. bill...a bone! There's a BONE in here! Thank goodness for the bone!
But there's bad news...there's only ONE bone in there!
Can dogs believe in Santa Clause? Can shepherdesses?
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