SOL #9 2018

Mom, don’t look!” Never a good way to enter the house after a day at work. I slipped off my boots, threw my school bag down on the garage floor, and sprinted up the stairs, skipping every other one. “What on earth could have happened? Is he ok?” I cringed at the thought of what could be awaiting my arrival. As I turned the corner into our family room, all I could see were giant tufts of brown stuffing, mixed with wood chips and slobber. Wedged between the shredded bed and my 12 year old daughter, was the culprit. Crouched down, tail so far between his legs the tip actually touched his belly, he stood-guilty as ever. One look and a quiet, yet firm “Elvis” was all it took. He started shaking and peeing uncontrollably all over her sneakers. “What did you do?” I didn’t think it was possible, but he crouched even lower to the ground and wouldn’t look me in the eye. There was nothing left to do but … burst into the biggest belly laughs we’ve had in a long time. Good ‘ol Elvis. We thought our 3 year old Black Lab had outgrown the puppy chews. Clearly not. His reaction-priceless! Guess he’ll be sleeping in a heap of stuffing from here on out.