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Saturday, May 11, 2013
It was an average day... with a puppy. My husband was working on his computer in our home office and Tessie was somewhat under control, chewing on a toy in her bed next to George's desk. George took an important call and shifted his focus to his business, completely.
I had bought a carton of cans of Diet Pepsi that was a little too big to stash in the kitchen, so I had tucked it into a corner of the office. Tessie, who loves to chew on cardboard, found the carton and started chewing. George was vaguely aware that Tessie was chewing on the box, and hunkered down to make a deal on the phone.
Before George heard "It's a deal," he heard "Kw, chussssshhhhhhhh!" He spun in his chair to see a fountain of carbonated Diet Pepsi-lava shooting from a punctured can, spreading bubbly brown liquid all over the puppy, walls, paperwork, and new rug. Trying to minimize the messy damage being done to the office and not let his colleague in on Tessie's latest misadventure, George held is cell phone in one hand, grabbed the nearly empty can in the other, and ran to the kitchen.
But Tessie, uncharacteristically, did not follow George.
My husband put the Diet Pepsi can in the sink, ripped several paper towel sheets off the roll and managed to keep his voice calm on the phone, when he heard that dreaded sound...
"Kw, chusssshhhhhhhhhhh!" There was our happy puppy. Jumping through her newest Diet Pepsi volcano, tongue out, white fur matted down with dark cola, and tail wagging with delight!
I had bought a carton of cans of Diet Pepsi that was a little too big to stash in the kitchen, so I had tucked it into a corner of the office. Tessie, who loves to chew on cardboard, found the carton and started chewing. George was vaguely aware that Tessie was chewing on the box, and hunkered down to make a deal on the phone.
Before George heard "It's a deal," he heard "Kw, chussssshhhhhhhh!" He spun in his chair to see a fountain of carbonated Diet Pepsi-lava shooting from a punctured can, spreading bubbly brown liquid all over the puppy, walls, paperwork, and new rug. Trying to minimize the messy damage being done to the office and not let his colleague in on Tessie's latest misadventure, George held is cell phone in one hand, grabbed the nearly empty can in the other, and ran to the kitchen.
But Tessie, uncharacteristically, did not follow George.
My husband put the Diet Pepsi can in the sink, ripped several paper towel sheets off the roll and managed to keep his voice calm on the phone, when he heard that dreaded sound...
"Kw, chusssshhhhhhhhhhh!" There was our happy puppy. Jumping through her newest Diet Pepsi volcano, tongue out, white fur matted down with dark cola, and tail wagging with delight!
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