Samantha and her Minnie Flea have taken a break from shredding cardboard on the carpet at the front door to share special time together. I am working on her (Samantha) going outside without a flea or Lamb Chop accompanying her. All of her toys are white (except for Lamb Chop’s bright red front hooves), and if any of them wander out into the back yard, I will be hard put to find them when the snow is deep. (I do still have three more of those 6-inch fleas put away in a box, just in case.) The toys, while special to her, cannot top the cardboard-chewing fascination, however.
At The Art of Disorder, the vanishing casserole, photo and recipe.