|Let’s fast forward|
to the ending. Both bedroom windows are open. They’ve now moved off the bed and are attending to a window. Rocky has moved to Missy’s window and has issued a few low barks, but nothing more. This is the quietest they’ve been all day. Rocky just turned around and looked at me.
Oh. I get it. Missy was in the kitchen with Mr. Big Food. And now they are all three up on the bed with the windows open.
The earlier part of Missy’s day did not go so well.
At one point in the day, I found her laying in the salad planter, digging. She destroyed an entire journal, and my most recent issue of Cotton Farming.
Just in. Comments from Mr. Big Food who’s laying on the bed with them: “She did not behave well today.”