JAWS is in trouble again.
She was completely conked out after our extraordinary extravaganza on the 4th but clearly had recuperated by yesterday morning.
She deftly snuck into my Moms closet and devoured her only remaining flip flops.
They happened to be a fancy pair to boot.
I don’t know if she was taking revenge on Ma for the forced exercise during the expedition or if she was hungry for more than her brekkie provided.
Either way she was in the dog house reflecting on her misdemeanors until her Dad got off work.
Heaven knows what she’ll get up yo next.
In the meantime I plan to take a short trot with her now and then rest up since it’s baking hot once more and we need to replenish glycogen stores for future doggy paddling.
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