When Mom and Yukon came in from playing ball, she freaked out. An unnamed fur-kid had gotten into the baking supplies and helped us all to an orgy of yeast-eating. I don't mean Brewer's Yeast, I mean dehydrated bakers' yeast. I must confess to getting my licks in..... Mom screamed Oh My Dog!!! What have you done? and started trying to push all 5 of us out of the mess, like an octupus on steroids.
She was quite the sight, reaching for the waste basket one direction and paper towels the other while keeping us out from underfoot with her foots. Yukon was extra energetic, being late to the party. I will say this for yeast, it sticks to the roof of your mouth worser than peanut butter. Mom clawed a huge gunk out of Penne's mouth when she was done with the floor. Now we are all being VERY GOOD, laying in the living room, chewwing our bones and taking naps....what was that gurgling sound coming from Penne? And smell Yukon's belch! I hope that's the worst of it, but that's optimistic....Rockin'Riley.
Madeleine on Nov 16 at 06:43 PM