Clash of the Titans: Wonky Foot and Stubby Tail Play

Sometimes I Bode-sit. When my parents are busy and they don't quite know what to do with their still untrustworthy pup (he's not yet 1 and he is foolish enough to eat anything---plastic bags, garbage, chunks of funk, whatever) they bring him over to hang out with us.

When he arrives there is a thirty minute period of pure chaos, happy chaos. Cordelia laughs but asks,"Wanna hold me." The cats go up to their granny room and let me shut them in where they blow off their tension with 11 hour naps. I close all of the doors to any room that I can't supervise so Bode won't run in and start eating something. On more than one occasion I have found him wolfing down stuffing that he tore from Bumblebee's dog bed.

The dogs are oblivious to all of this and just dive right into play...