March 21, 2014

White Dog walked in first; she was returning from the Scot's Grooming Spa. Steve brought up the rear carrying bags of groceries. I was sandwiched in the middle and almost fell over as WD screeched to a halt right inside the door.

Tiny White Dog aka Bella who was madly welcoming us in the window when we pulled up was no where in sight. YoYoMa immediately made it clear that HE tried to be the voice of reason. Puff pushed past me along with Taiko (knocking me in another direction) to hide behind Steve. Oso, it turns out, had totally distanced himself from the mayhem by going into the office and going to sleep.

This is what White Dog saw...

No one was naming names, the WDA doesn't do that but the list of suspects was pretty short. And no, it did not include Michael, who apologized and tried to take the blame because he had been in his "cave" and had not been supervising the pack.

Although it cannot be proved, lucky for SOME Tiny girl, WD and I think that our Little Miss Bee is the culprit. The lamp sits on the table between the two watching chairs. The Army's smallest member likes to use the backs of both chairs as sort of a parapet to pace along as she guards the Ranch; she nimbly jumps across the expanse of the table. She is a maniac when she goes on alert and gets every other pup going as well.

The saving grace is that the paper shade is inexpensive to replace. The challenge is how to "smart" engineer the situation to prevent a recurrence. White Dog is already at her drafting table working on it.