Saturday I went out to the real OC to help Ms. Lea move some more of her stuff. Since we’d be working mostly outside, and it was cold out, I decided that my sneakers were woefully insufficient for the task of keeping my feet warm. I stopped on the way to buy new boots.
Mmmm, cozy toesies!
Anyway, when I came home, Harriet toddled sleepily out of the bedroom to greet me. I bent down to rub her ears, and she bent down to sniff my shoes. Standard procedure, right? Except that the olfactory dissonance of OHMYGODWHOSEFEETAREYOUWEARING?! b0rkened her little pea brane, and she launched herself sideways across the room in shock. I have never before seen a dog move that quickly while staying flat to the ground. It was kind of amazing.
My new shoes have now been thoroughly and completely sniffed, and have been deemed Legal and Allowed by Officer Brown. Also, I laughed so hard I gave myself asthma.
Teh Enb.
In case anyone out there doubts the magnitude of Miss Brown’s bozocity, I thought I’d submit this photo as proof that she is Not To Be Trusted.
red paper boat 