“Right or wrong, it’s very pleasant to break something from time to time.” ~ Fyodor Dostoyevsky
This is a picture of Harry, known to some as Cafe Dog. It is, in fact, our very first picture of Harry, taken two years ago. Pretty cute, huh?
In retrospect, there is a worrying glint of mischief in that small dog’s eye.
Just now we are spending an awful lot of time in the city. Our family are very ill. They need us, and we want to be there for them. But the doggies are revolting! There’s no farm to run around on, no freedom, no fun. Instead they have endless days of being cooped up in town.
Yesterday Harry decided he’d had enough.
First he ate a book. Paper all over the house. Think confetti.
Then he ate a pillow. Stuffing all over the house. Think snow.
This morning it got personal. That’s my new slipper. Manked up, chewed and ripped. Harry tried to hide the evidence, squeezing in between the lounges into his favourite cubby hole with the slipper. Which he promptly hid with his body. Then, seeing I hadn’t yelled yet, thought I hadn’t noticed, and acted all innocent and ready to go to the cafe… Naughty? Cute? Totally lovable?
Yep, I reckon he was born this way.
I had intended a post about something else this morning, but now I’m taking Cafe Dog for a big long walk and a coffee date. Have a beautiful day, and we’ll see you tomorrow, Lots of love, Nicole and Harry <3 xoxo