Life Imitates Art. Ugh...
Sep. 10th, 2011 10:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
timelord1Our four beagles are all shelter rescues - three of them we took into our house as the last resort before they were euthanized, and ended up keeping them all. They are wonderful and each has their own nutty personality. So I started writing this fluffy thing mainly for Mr. Timelord's enjoyment and mine, involving the Doctor, Rose, and some "rescue dogs" from another planet wreaking havoc on the TARDIS.
AS I WAS WRITING IT, I heard a crash from our bedroom. Max, in an effort to drink the last of my last night's bedside glass of water, knocked over my bedside lamp that Mr. Timelord made for me, and it broke into a billion pieces.
True story. I think I'm done writing for the morning lol.
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Date: 2011-09-10 10:04 pm (UTC)When we first got him from the shelter, he broke out of his crate while I was at work and tore apart the garbage. I came home as he was finishing snacking on some bit of something and when he saw my face he ducked his head and made this little mooing sound like "oh crud I'm busted" and hid under the table. I couldn't get mad because I couldn't stop laughing. :)