Monday, September 19, 2011

War of the Worlds, or How the Vacuum Ate My Dog.


Just a typical day in la-la-land.  
One of us cleaning the power head of the vacuum with a seam-ripper, tackling a tangled web of ribbons, threads and string (don't even ask), one of us working the steam iron, both of us distractedly oblivious to Nelson, the wee dog.  

As in any hysteria, there was noise--lots and lots of noise:  screaming females, yelping dog, and growling, protesting machinery.  Was there smoke?  Oh yeah, that came later.

The tail was still all there.  Nothing appeared broken.  Quiver, tremble, sigh, breath.  Breath again and keep on breathing, shushing, crying, and patting backs of humans and canine alike.  It was over....  


Wait, what's smoking?

THE IRON!!!!




7 comments:

Sush said...

When I'm finished laughing, I promise to be very appropriately comforting. Life can keep us off balanced and that's not all bad...

Hugs~

Bibi @ Bibi's Culinary Journey said...

My goodness,poor Nelson.....you must admit.....it is funny now when it's over.

Southhamsdarling said...

Poor little Nelson!! I agree, it's funny now that it;s over!

Tami said...

Oh, poor little puppy! But how funny!! Sounds like our house.

Roy and Christine said...

Monday, Monday. Can't trust that day.

Mary said...

What a cutie Nelson is! Hope he isn't too traumatized!

Veronica Lee said...

Poor Nelson! But it was funny!