Last night Squeaker decided that our hall closet was disorganized. Without telling anyone she took it upon herself to organize the shoes. My favorite part of this picture is that the LR / RL ratio of the shoes is just about what she usually manages with her feet.
Speaking of Squeaker taking things upon herself, about a week ago we were heading back to our house for dinner. It was about bedtime, so the Daddy person decided that the best way home was the one that took 20 minutes instead of seven. Like magic, Squeaker passed right out. She went out that soon enough that I contemplated turning around. Beth was along and we were surprised just how totally Squeaker was out.
Once we got home, I started to unload Squeaker. Getting her out of the car was like lifting a sack of potatoes. The Daddy person was surprised when Squeaker didn't put her arms around my neck. I was a little suspicious at this point, but mostly I was working hard to get her in the house without dropping anything. I succeeded and once I closed the front door, I was rewarded for my trouble with a giggle.
Squeaker was rewarded for her treachery with tickles....
Have a good week.
