By Gabrielle Rosenthal-Ayres on Sunday, 25 August 2024
Category: Candidate Journals

Naughty, naughty Matilda

It was the longest of days, it was the shortest of days....up and to the park in the morning to go over forms and self defenses with other black belt friends.  When we got home, I decided to make some food including some turkey sausage and steel cut oats.  I went to sit down for a second, and heard a strange noise coming from the kitchen.  I glanced up and saw our dog Matilda up on her hind legs, front paws firmly planted in my counter, and muzzle down in the sausage plate eating as fast and noisily as she could go.  Needless to say, Matilda ended up in time out in her kennel contemplating her relationship with the turkey sausage for a while.  Considering she's a dog (and a stubborn one at that with all the herding breeds she's comprised of) I doubt seriously that she cared much beyond a) the human was upset, b) she's in the kennel, and c) there is no more sausage today.  Matilda is an incorrigible repeat offender by the way, and would have long since been doing hard time under Bill Clinton's "three strikes and you're out" policy.  Turkey sausage, bacon, even the occasional blueberry muffin isn't safe from that four legged furry sneak.  Good thing she's cute. She was able to stay away from Mark's birthday cake, which I was able to finally make for him (hooray!), and we called Mark's mom to check on family in California.  I got off the phone not long ago, hence the late journal.  So much for getting to bed early.

 

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