
I am going to be the death of Mommy - literally. Today, while we were all outside playing on the swing, Mommy popped inside really quick to leave a note for Jerry & Will's mommy to let her know we were outside in the backyard and she noticed a "burnt plastic" smell... She checked the stove and even the dishwasher trying to track it down and even asked Marsha to come smell... she kept racking her brain to see where the smell could be coming from... and then she remembered what happened to Victoria's panties earlier in the year... so she quickly ran to look at the overhead foyer light and sure enough - smoke was pouring out of it!
She quickly retrieved the ladder and looked up in it and there was my lovey item - "Dog-Dog" that I sleep with every night!!! I apparently came into the house, went up 3 flights of stairs, went to my room, got Dog-Dog and "Kit-Kat", Dog-Dog's partner, my other lovey item, and threw them at the light over the banister and came back outside without Mommy noticing - no comments about that please. Kit-Kat was on the floor under the light so luckily, his fate was spared but Dog-Dog was not so fortunate.
Mommy is very distraught to think that I almost burned the house down - again. I think that this time though Mommy got the point across to me because she made me look at Dog-Dog after she pried his melted mess out of the light and the sight of him so visibly disfigured has scarred me for life. Both Victoria and myself sobbed with fear in our eyes and could not bear to look but Mommy made us - she even tried to get me to touch it but it was too much to handle. But I think I "get it" now - throwing things into the foyer light is not a good thing to do. It kills things.
Now, the next adventure is going to be to see how I go to sleep tonight without Dog-Dog. Stay tuned...