I’m sitting in my office working away diligently on some project when I hear a strange sound from the other room. It sounds like a dog in distress. Not yelping distress. But bouncing around distress. I get up and go out in time to see my Blondie with her head caught in the space between the grate at the bottom of the bird cage and the tray below it where the droppings are. She was trying to squeeze in to get some chicken that had fallen from the bird’s breakfast and gotten her head caught and was now struggling through the room with the bird cage following her every step because her head was stuck in it.
Sigh. Sometimes you just wish more for your kids.