Coco the Wonderdog, our superhero dog, is a fierce 6lb. Chihuahua who strikes fear in the heart of our vacuum cleaner. He attacks the machine with the greatest intention of protecting his superheros from the doom that surely awaits them. After the vicious attack, he trots off proudly and is assured that he has conquered the evil one.
As Cap and I head for bed, he buries himself in the blankets ready for a long summers nap. Sometime in the middle of the night, I awoke to find my Wonderdog
staring worriedly at me with a shamed look on his mug. I picked up the unmistakable scent of partially digested Alpo and found myself pawing around the dark blankets only to find spots that used to be last evenings puppy dinner....Yep, you guessed it, he cleaned up after himself! Groaning, I gazed over at my Captain who is oblivious to the drama unfolding - lost in his dream of saving the world from tyranny. Thank goodness he was busy with other issues because had he caught wind of the problem, he would have stripped the bed and sent the Wonderdog packing.
After getting my bearings, I consoled my mutt and cleaned up his little errors and for the next couple of hours I lay there listening to them both snore the night away. Ahhh, peace at last.
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