Is that guilt, she’s wearing on her face?
My toast is gone, and so’s the jam.
Sure hope that’s not the case.
Since it’s Halloween this week I thought little Miss Tinkerbelle would want to dress up.
After all, she missed last year’s party as she hadn’t even been born yet.
I’d picked up a gently used purple and green tutu that matched her collar perfectly at the shelter where I’d adopted her a few months back.
But as soon as I grabbed the tutu to place it around Tinkerbelle’s little belly, Tinkerbelle started screaming in terror.
I tried to be gentle, but sequins were flying faster than fairy dust as she leapt up into thin air.
I quickly ran into the kitchen to grab her a little treat to calm her back down.
But when I returned Tinkerbelle was already busy again on the loveseat showing me her newest trick.
It appeared to be some fancy form of pumpkin wrestling.
And she’d already chewed off part of the stem.
With some effort, I retrieved the poor, now pock faced Jack-O-Lantern.
Not feeling particularly festive I then told my pup, “You’re no Tinkerbelle!”
“In fact, you’re a nut.”
I smiled as I remembered my girl came to the midwest from Fresno, CA, where
one of the country’s most beloved nut varieties are grown.
“Hey Tink, I’m thinking I should re-name you Pistachio.”
I detected a tiny growl.
Maybe I’ll try a little turkey costume instead for Thanksgiving next month.
But if I do, we’ll definitely be skipping the homemade pumpkin pie.