As if. Really. Just for your edification, I am an extremely modest individual. There are things that are the norm, that are certainly not the norm for Miss B. It is with great humiliation that I recount the following events, but since it has me in such a tizzy, I know I can share with you. You see my cyber bestest friends, I love you and I know that you and only you can share my psychic agony that I have endured.
I came home tonight before my Fancy, no pups to greet me at the door. Fine. I understand, they both hate me now. I really was under the impression they had no sense of time, but my dogs must be the fittest species of their kind as they seemed to have evolved to not only understand time but completely comprehend abandonment. Whatever. I am tired and over puppy pleasing. It is then my dear friends that I round the corner to the loo where my life becomes a scene from 'The Shining'. I thought perhaps Bella had eaten her 3 pound sister G.G., but noooo, she had broken into our bathroom to find my feminine necessity and made a dire mess of the situation. You see, here in lies the problem. I don't even go to the loo when my Fancy is around or anyone for that matter (as I don't need to go remember?) In all the time my Fancy and I have been together and my best friends and I have been best, I have NEVER, EVER gone to the loo in front of them (as I don't need to). To see this horrible situation where Bella had taken something and basically created a crime scene was enough to make me check myself into the nervous hospital. My only saving Grace was that my Fancy wasn't home. I cleaned the loo, the dog and myself and locked the bathroom. I went to work on some designs and duly got preoccupied. A couple hours later when my Fancy was home and on the sofa, I heard a meek, 'honey?" coming from the other room. 'Yes?" I say. "Uhm, I think you need to take care of this." I come out and it looks like the bathroom did not stay locked for long as Bella had brought my business into the livingroom and proudly dropped it at my Fancy's feet. If I said I hate my life right now it would be a gross understatement...And to think my greatest fear prior was her peeing on the wood floors...
