McGee Works on His River City Challenge Entry

I have had a glorious two hours in my quilt room.  No dogs.  No Frank.  Just me and my sewing machine.  It was marvelous!

I worked on the Challenge piece for River City and I cannot show it to you.  I must be fair.  If you saw how glorious it was you would want to rush to the meeting and vote for it as the winner of the evening!

I am pleased with the way it is coming along.  I had serious fearful thoughts about my ability to make this work, but I am feeling good about it.  Right now anyway.  We shall see when I walk into the meeting and see what great things others have done.

Since I can't show you that, I can show you this work of art.  McGee was upset about something.  I think it was that he was not getting his 3 o'clock bone fast enough, like it was 2:30 and it wasn't due yet in my eyes.

But he thought it was going to be late. When he looked down the hallway he found that Frank had left the gate down and he had access to the bathroom.

He at the WHOLE ROLL!

So this is his handiwork,  Maybe one day I will get him under control! Or maybe not!

Sigh!!!  Deep sigh!



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Can you salvage a half eaten toilet paper? No wait, four?

Do you see that dog hiding in there?  He thinks I can't see him.  And he is hiding for good reason.  A VERY good reason. He thinks he has only moments to live, and he may well.  He'd better be saying his doggy prayers.

I just got back from the grocery store whereupon I purchased toilet paper....because, well, it is one of the necessities of life.  And I had a bunch of other bags to carry in, so I put it down on the floor in the kitchen.  Put my groceries away and then went to check my emails.

I hear a noise, and with DiNozzo noises are ALWAYS bad.  I go out and see this:

The photo does not do the scene justice.  Here are some close-ups of his romp with the toilet paper.

I have no idea why the toilet paper attracted him, it never has before.  There is no smell to it.  And he does not get to play with the empty rolls like Max loved to do.

I asked him "WHY??"

He replied, "Because it was there.  Yup."

I go into the yard to find him, and look at what he has now!  The SEVENTY TWO CENT CUCUMBER!  Aughhhh!

I need a whole 'nother blog to chronicle what this dog destroys in a day.



If he lives through the weekend, he will be one lucky little dog.