Wednesday, May 05, 2004
I may have to rename my dog...
While working on a painting tonight, I suddenly heard a wail and crying, followed by "Mom! Come here!"
Of course, I went running, thinking kiddo had bashed his head and was bleeding all over the floor.
Instead, he was holding up a hunk of black rubber, and wailing "Look what Lexi did...she killed Batty!"
(For all of you who don't know, Batty was a rubber bat that kiddo's grandma got him last Halloween. He names all his favorite...er...pets.)
Sure enough, Lexi had chewed off the head, feet, and part of one wing.
I hugged and consoled him, held poor decimated Batty in front of Lexi, who immediately cowered and put her paws over her face. (She knew she shouldn't have done it).
Got kiddo in the bathtub. He followed up with a call to grandma, begging her to find another Batty.
Hmmmm....would another name change be even more traumatic to my already separation-anxiety-ridden dog?
C'mon - "Ozzy". It has a nice ring to it, don't you think?
DivArcanely Yours,
Vi
