A Shred of Sense


When Lizzie is frightened by something and decides to retreat to her bed upstairs, there is no getting her back downstairs by calling her or offering her treats. Nope, that doesn’t work. If we want her to come running all one of us has to do is…are you ready for it?

Use the shredder or printer. Occasionally, she is so disgruntled by the noise that she lets out with a bark. Lizzie, bark?!

Minutes ago we called her. She wouldn’t come. Husband tells Daughter to shred something, and voila, she raced downstairs ready to issue her complaint.

She gets over it quickly, though. She’s already sound asleep on the sofa.

(The title in no way means we think that Lizzie has no sense. We love her and all of her quirks.)