This is one of my two dogs. Her name is Sissy.
(She came with the name, haters.)
Sissy has one remarkable skill that never fails to amaze. She can differentiate the tiniest of noises from another room of the house.
For instance, when she’s napping in the living room and I go to the ‘drawer of torture’ to get the doggie nail clippers or teeth scraper (which I do ever-so-quietly, because serious dog trauma), she’s like this:
♪ La da dee dum ♫
And yet when she’s gallivanting outside (chasing bumblebees, peeing on things), and I’m preparing my lunch in the kitchen and (silently) drop a piece of pasta salad on the floor, she’s all like:
Macaroni ninja has been SUMMONED!
I no longer believe that she was in rescue twice before coming to us.
I think she was hanging out with Oscar Goldman.
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