We have Belle the Bull Mastiff visiting for a few days. Today’s conversation with Charlotte, who’s back to not being so sure she likes Belle, went like this:
“Tractor! Tractor say ‘woof woof’!”
“Um, no honey. Dogs say ‘woof woof’. Brady says ‘woof woof’.” Remembering Belle, hanging out on the front porch while Liberty sat out there doing her math, I said, “Belle says ‘woof woof’!”
“Oh.”
Engage child in conversation to keep her on the potty happily…. “Where is Belle?”
“Outside. Eat Liberty’s toes. Belle soooooooooooo naughty. Belle eat my toes!”
Poor Belle. Since I was present for the duration of Charlotte’s uncertain encounter with Belle, I’m quite certain no biting, eating, or even licking occurred. She’s been unjustly accused. Liberty too, remains in possession of all of her extremities.
Tell that to Charlie.
Thanks for dog-sitting for us again. Please tell Charlotte that if Belle had indeed eaten her toes, she would have been punished severely. Your generosity has blessed us more than you can know.