Ahhhh. For me, coming home is always an adventure. I never know what horrors my black lab Ayla will have wreaked on my life, my house, my shoes, my books, .... you name it.
Today, my homecoming was more surprising than usual. There, in front of me as I walked into the kitchen, was the dog food container wide open, and a food bag chewed wide with a goodly amount of the food gone.
Out in the back yard were various sized mountains of vomit at which Ayla and her foster sister Tutu were happily feeding.
It took a while for me to comprehend the situation, having a graduate degree, as I do, in denial. No, no. It's not a river in Egypt.
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