Do you have a middle name? Sailor does. He says it’s “Good Dog.” Zoe’s middle name is “Oh NO, Not Again.”
I have a middle name, too. Mom says it’s Trouble. I wonder why.
True, Mom left me in the backyard yesterday.
True, I found a flower pot full of flowers.
True, I dug up the flowers.
True, I chewed up the flower pot.
Mom says that’s why I had a bath today. There was mud in ears and my ruff and between my toes.
Yesterday, Mom left me inside, too. That was before she kicked me out to the flowers.
I found a mirror and a wooden hunk of wood. Mom says it WAS a puzzle piece belonging to the GrandGirls. I say it was yummy. Especially the knob on the top.
True, the mirror smelled like Mom’s hands.
True, it crunched really well.
True, I didn’t swallow any of it. Or the puzzle pieces.
True, Mom made a face and said, “Your middle name is Trouble. I thought we were through with that.”
True: We will NEVER be through with that! Even when I am as old as Sailor. Even when I am as old as Zoe. Or even…Mom! Never!
I chew. I am a dog. I chew. That’s how I find out about things.
True, I chew.
My middle name should be Chewy.