After repairing the shelf in Daughter Dearest’s closet, I got started on supper. I had put myself on the hook to make rolls and pasta salad, and the schedule was pretty tight to get the rolls done. Somewhere in there, I had to also grill chicken and salmon. Somehow, I managed:
Meanwhile, Mrs. Fetched was frying up squash & onions, one of the few things I like really well-done. Daughter Dearest went out to feed the dogs… then came running back. “Crissy had her puppies!”
Yup, the World’s Most Obnoxious Dog reproduced. I had a look, guesstimated about eight of the little boogers, and went back to the grill (the salmon wasn’t going to wait). Mrs. Fetched came out, “Did you see them?”
“Yup,” I said. “All eight.”
“Eight? You mean four, right?”
“No, I mean eight. There’s a bunch of ’em there.”
With that bit of news, Mrs. Fetched went to count them and was relieved to find “only” seven. I just hope they’re not obnoxious shriekboxes like their mom.
“I hope they’re all boys,” Mrs. Fetched said. “I need to give them away.”
“Or you could keep one and give Crissy away,” I suggested helpfully. She ignored me.
So we’re up to 11 dogs. For now, at least.