My dog is irrationally frightened of whoopie cushions.
I really should have seen this coming. Odd noises tend to scare her a bit, but she’ll usually come back to me for comfort. Not this time.
Carol Ann’s birthday party was this weekend. Each of the kids got a goodie bag, and in each goodie bag was a whoopie cushion. So, I was sitting on the couch at my parents place playing with CA’s whoopie cushion. Justice was sitting next to me, so I blew it at her, thinking “no big deal”. I mean, I occasionally point my hair dryer at her, and she tries to play with with the air coming out of it (sometimes, not so bright.) This is no different, right?
Wrong. She took off like a shot, and refused to come near me for a good ten minutes. Oops. She’s very good at escaping me when she wants to.
In other news: I bought her a christmas stocking this morning. It’s shaped like a paw. I am full of ridiculous.