I always worry when it’s too quiet in the house. EmmaLou, the Golden Destroyer, is up to no good. Today as I was toasting a bagel for my lunch and Devoted Spouse was polishing the silver for Turkey Day, I noticed we were alone in the kitchen. Where was EmmaLou? The tantalizing aroma of toasting bagel is usually a siren for her — zoom, there she is in the kitchen hoping for a bite, or three. Not today.
EmmaLou had made her own lunch. She fixed herself a cowhide sandwich, hold the lettuce and mayo.
The remains of a pair of gloves
Yes, she had eaten one half of a pair of Devoted Spouse’s nice leather gloves; all that remained was part of the lining of one glove and, thankfully, the other glove. That’s my girl – a self-cleaning diner. Now we wait to see if she digests this tasty morsel, or starts yakking up pieces parts.
It’s so much fun having a Golden Destroyer in the family. I have a sneaking suspicion somewhere along the line she’s related to that dog in the book, Marley and Me.