Where Is My Blankie?: Part II

My dog definitely needs her blankie to sleep. Friday night, as we were all getting ready for bed, I told her to go get her blankie. To her crate she ran and returned to the side of my bed with her tail wagging and her blankie in her mouth. I lifted them both up on the bed and thus began a good night's sleep! We ALL slept in on Saturday morning. Once we were all coherent, BK and I set out to make the dog another blanket (or two). Because she is so small, we were able to make her two blankets out of the same amount of fabric that it takes to make one for Adidas.

Out comes the sewing machine, the scissors, and a ruler. In relatively little time, the blankets were made. Then the fun began.



"If that mutt thinks that she is getting this blanket, she has another thing coming to her. Doesn't she know that possession is 9/10's of the law?"

"I knew I could get that fur ball off of my blanket if I pitched my bark just right."

"I don't want the blanket nearly as much as I want to annoy the canine."

"It's mine, it's mine, it's mine!"

"Okay you two, I am sick of your bickering. I am going to settle this once and for all. It's mine and I am bigger than both of you!"

"Fine. You're the baby; you always get your way. I didn't really want a flowery blanket anyway. What kind of pansy do you think I am?"

And to all a good night.