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The Trouble with Sofas
Josh and I have been enjoying a lazy day watching documentaries this morning. We'd heard what sounded like one of the dogs screwing around in the kitchen (which has a strict NO DOG policy), so we half-heartedly yelled "Knock it off, Doodle" and "Knock it off, Flash", respectively. Flash, sleeping peacefully on his office chair snorted to catch our attention. Then Doodle woofed at us, so we got up to see who was causing the ruckus.
Turns out we were both wrong. It was a "Knock it off, wild bird" moment. A tiny bird was busy knocking over the herbal olive oil bottles on the counter while throwing himself against the kitchen windows. We let it out the front door and laughed.
Never a dull moment around here.
Turns out we were both wrong. It was a "Knock it off, wild bird" moment. A tiny bird was busy knocking over the herbal olive oil bottles on the counter while throwing himself against the kitchen windows. We let it out the front door and laughed.
Never a dull moment around here.
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meanwhile the bird got into the house, saw the makings for stuffing... and panicked.