Frustration

I was folding laundry on the bed in the master bedroom tonight, when I heard Darwin whining from the ensuite bathroom and realized it was very quiet... Too quiet. When you have two young dogs, a very quiet house means one of only two things: they're not home, or they're getting into some serious shit.

I crept over quietly to the bathroom door, hoping to catch them in the act of something dubious. When I peeked in, I couldn't resist tip toe'ing into the bedroom to grab my phone - he was leaning over the jacuzzi whimpering softly at the rubber duckie that he'd nudged over the edge, and was now too much of a chicken to jump in and retrieve.


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