Missed Photo Op.

In my haste to get the heck out of Dodge (Vermont) last weekend, I left my camera at my parents.  Because of that, I missed the shot of a lifetime.  Let me try to give you a verbal image...

Last night, after all the outside chores were done, I was settled onto my chair-and-a-half (my new favorite piece of furniture) with my Good Read.  Scrappy was lying on the sofa geared up in his whoopee collar, snoring away.  Bernie was in her usual place - in the far back bedroom.  Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a slight movement.  It was OnceSlim, eyes bulging, riveted on the whoopee collar.  He was in full pre-attack position.  I watched in a mixture of horror/fascination as he slowly inched his way from the kitchen into the living room.  He sprang!!  He latched onto the whoopee collar with fangs and claws and poor Scrappy woke with such a start that they both fell off the couch and onto the floor, with much barking, hissing (some of that was the air leaking out of whoopee)!  OnceSlim tore down the hall with Scrappy in close pursuit.  Luckily, the cats have their own dog-free zone, so he easily made his escape.  Scrappy came back into the living room with his whoopee collar slightly deflated and askew with a thoroughly disgusted look on his face.  I patched up whoopee and gave Scrappy a crunchy treat or five. 

This morning, OnceSlim is completely over the whoopee collar.  He barely gave it a second glance.  Apparently, he feels he has vanquished that dragon and life can go on as before.  I'm not sure Scrappy has fully recovered.