My daughter seemed to be half joking…partly serious, when on Saturday she reported that it is bad luck to put your shoes on tables. I’ve been very cognizant about where I put my shoes since Maxwell has such a ‘thing’ for them and had, in a rush, set a pair of my shoes on the kitchen table.
Well, it turns out that on Sunday, given that I wanted a wee bit more rest time and DID NOT want to go and play ‘fetch’ at 6 in the morning, I left Max to his own devices and went into a deep and restful sleep. I was going to need it! As I went upstairs, I saw him in morning light, with the red arm of my eye glasses, swinging from the edge of his mouth. Sigh!
Thus opens the account of a grueling 24 hours. The entire day was given to a thorough house cleaning, down to the nitty gritty, hoping to find the missing lens that would serve to solve the end of the puzzle. By 10:30, I was pretty convinced that Max had consumed it and started my worrying. I talked to my sister (a very smart nurse) and she shared the same concern that I did…it is very possible this could perforate his bowel).
4 in the morning came and I took Max out for his business. From there, I spent the remainder of ‘night time’ searching the evidence and sure enough, as any good CSI would discover, I located fifteen pieces of broken glass….sigh…
Immediately I felt some sense of relief, but on the other hand, I was concerned that I needed to be vigilant about noticing any changes in the Max behaviours and also, give a careful eye to physical symptoms. I am publishing an image of the evidence here…now, new glasses…something that surely was NOT in the budget. Bad Boy!