Where, oh where
has my little dog gone?
Oh where, oh where
can he be?
He’s back at home
hiding under the bed.
You silly,
silly puppy!
In the few seconds that I was distracted, a certain furry someone sneaked under the bed and fell asleep. As I cluelessly walked past, I found a grouchy terrier affixed to my slipper.
Since Toby has been sleeping in his kennel, we have barely had any run ins like this one, and things are much better between us. I doubt Toby realizes why, but he is a happier, less stressed out pup.
(And yes, I do need my name on the slippers so I can tell mine from Toby’s.)
Don’t make me angry. You wouldn’t like me when I’m angry.
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The Adventures of Bitey Dog 
ONE OF THE CATS HER FAVOURITE PLACE IS UNDER THE BED 1! JAY WILL SAY OH MIA IS IN THE CATS CLUBHOUSE UNDER THE BED !!!!
HUGSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
😆😆😆. I thought kitties liked to be up high! I wonder why yours like to hide under the bed?
Years ago we took in an old labrador who had been dumped when his people moved. Apart from his loathing of bicycles and their riders he was a sweetie, except that he liked to sleep under the kitchen table and, upon waking, would grab the first ankle he saw…
Did you always convince family members to walk into the room first? I might be tempted to.
I used to forget…too late when the fangs went in!
This one I’d give him, you probably startled him.
I definitely did. Fortunately I had the presence of mind not to react. I just kept telling him I was sorry.
I am shocked! Shocked! Not that Toby would attack – he is quite the little assassin these days. No, I am shocked that your slippers are not marked “right” and “left” for those cold Pennsylvania nights when you’ve been hitting the cooking sherry like Toby says. 😈 (Or “TGIF” like Carolyn uses on hers.)
I should have extra for the Left and Right slippers. It would have saved me soo much hopping.
Toby fibs. It’s not sherry; it’s rum.
I should have known – it’s the Pirate in you!
Aye, matey. Keep your Crimson Permanent Assurance Companies under guard or face the consequences!
Great rhyme! Great photo/drawing combo! 🙂 HA! 🙂
Maybe Toby is like Coop and thinks ALL of the slippers (and socks) belong to him. ??? 😉 😀 😛
So glad the kennel sleeping is going well. 🙂
(((HUGS))) to you!
PATS and RUBS and 🥿🥿 and 🧦 for Toby! 😉 😛
What? You mean all slippers and socks DON’T belong to me?! -Toby
I think they do! But your Mom might feel differently! 😉 😛
What’s that got to do with anything? – Toby
Those slippers are hard to ignore.
See, mom? Everyone agrees with me! – Toby