A Naughty Dog -- MidWeek Blues -- Toothpaste tube demise

Please scroll down two posts for my Sunday poem
One Single Impression: Allow

Today I have a guest writer, my 12-year-old granddaughter, BP.

The setting:
BP, daughter Karen, SIL Billy, and newest grandchild, KP, were visiting for the weekend.

BP was using my office for her room. That was nice for her as my couch is a hide-a-bed.

Our little dog, Katrin then sneaked into her room and got into mischief.

This BP ably relates in her story here:
Rest in Peace, My Dear Toothpaste

A normal day for one to behold. An average day in comparison to the normality of the life we face. Then, it happened. Katrin disappeared; we did not think twice, we assumed to play. A fatal mistake, as you will soon find out why.

Suddenly, a ripping noise, the sound of shredding, worse than nails on a chalkboard. I raced towards the noise, that terrible noise. Katrin sat on the couch, eating my toothpaste like ice cream. The end of the tube was torn to Smithereens. Blue gel flowed out like water, only soon to be licked up by Katrin.

The bag, my toothpaste's only protection, his bodyguard, lay fatally injured, never to hold and protect once again!

So may you rest in peace, my dear toothpaste, or would rest in pieces be more appropriate?

All thanks to that menace of a toothpaste killer, murder of cavity fighting goodness, Katrin.

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...Princess BP

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If you want to post a MidWeek Blues picture, go get directions from Rebecca by clicking on the logo here. She has a Mr. Linky and good directions . Just do what I did..

Or do less. All she requires is a BLUE PICTURE, you don't have to write.