Let me explain with a bit of background. When my dad was doing police work, he used to get to do cool stuff. Ah like… when out of town company would come in, they would get a tour of police station and especially the holding cells. We got a bit jaded to the holding cell finale but now I wish Dad wasn’t retired so L could spend some time in there.
Anywhoo….other cool stuff happened like when Dad let the swat team use our house to practice rushing in a house. Mom wasn’t jumping up and down with excitement but she was a good sport. So us 4 sibs along with some of the neighborhood kids got to watch from the front lawn. It was a cool celebrity type moment for us. Another was when the police dog peed in our yard…yeah I know, cool huh. But the dog was there for practice attacking a ‘burglar’ in our backyard. The guy was done up in all the huge pads and all. Ahh childhood memories, thanks Dad!
Which brings me to my story…today L found a sock of J’s under the couch. So naturally I put it on my arm and made it a sock puppet. Wrig’s ears perked up once L laughed outloud at me and wanted it on his arm. Socks are Wrig’s property, much to my chagrin, clean or dirty; they belong to him. Grrr.
So L had this sock on his arm and Wrig turned into that attack police dog (but in a nice Shih tzu kind of way)….and the tug of war was on. L looked concerned, interested and humored all at the same time. They tussled and well Wrig owned L (poor kid). L’s arm was red but no worse for the wear… and had my flip camera not been soaked in saliva and not able to turn on..I would have taped it. So, poor L got a rough lesson in sock puppets. Yikes…is it bad I’m still laughing?