We have a new dog. Her name is Zoe, but I’ve been calling her Cyclone because she leaves the yard in more disarray than hurricane Matthew did a few years back. She chews. She drags and drops. She hides. The thing you would most want her to avoid, she puts first on her list.
I was taking a bucket bath in the back yard one night. I put my glasses on a bucket next to a spongey thing we use for scrubbing. The cyclone loves to run away with the scrubby thing every chance she gets. I had my eye on it all during my bath. Without my glasses, I could see her close to the scrubby thing, but she never grabbed it.
I finished dressing and went to put on my glasses. They were missing, and I heard a crunching sound coming from close by. It was the dog. It was my glasses. What in the world would possess a dog to chew on glasses ?
She also drug music folders out of room where they were arranged on the floor, and she scattered the music in the yard, tearing a few sheets. She pulls towels down off of the line, and scatters our sandals in various corners of the yard.
The cyclone is calmer lately. That’s how storms go, I guess. They never last forever. For that, I am thankful.
Missionary in Haiti.