We added to our menagerie this weekend and welcomed Ella and Woody for a sleepover…but of course, not without incident. Just when it seems Lukey is becoming one of us, he goes all four-legged on me and gnaws off one of Woody’s fingers.
What an animal, right? Poor Woody has seen better days…but that is part of his appeal. Woody has a story to tell. He’s a world traveler and a trusted friend. Now he has one more adventure under his belt after grappeling with a dog ten times his size. Still, tell that to Ella…
Lukey learned his lesson, but the incident happened about three or four hours into a 24-hour visit. Every time I thought we had put it behind us, Ella would say, “I need to tell my mom that Luke bit off Woody’s finger.” And I’m not exaggerating on this. She said it on the way out of the Straz Center after seeing Mamma Mia. Uh-oh. But Mom took it well, and Woody never lost his smile.
Unexpected and unwelcomed amputation or not, we loved having them…especially during meals.
The sky was falling with french fries; even Oreo tried to get in on the action.