You see, I sometimes help Maggie up onto the bar stool: she LOVES to be close to me and is just the most inquisitive dog I’ve ever had, so I can’t resist when she puts her little claws up and begs to get a boost. Well, the dryer buzzer went off, and I had some laundry to fold (you can see the pile of it on the corner of the bar, behind her), so I got up and started taking care of business.
A few minutes later, I heard “rawwerawwrrrrrrrr!”
“What the? What’s gotten into…..?” Turning around, I saw this.
What a stinker.