Friday, December 08, 2006

FRIDAY'S DOG Blogging



I don’t know what it is about my featherduster, but Duncan has always felt an uncontrollable urge to relieve it of its plumage. For six years I’ve managed to keep it out of his reach – with minor lapses of attention here and there, during which times he’s whisked it away and denuded it of yet another swatch of its orange plumage.

Today he managed to get the duster into a corner and completely have his way with it. The result -- well, you can see the result hanging on the wall. What was once a full foot of luxurious fluff, has been reduced to a pathetic two inches of frizzle.

Given his passion for denuding the thing, I guess I should feel lucky I managed to keep it as long as I did.

1 comment:

Anne Johnson said...

Duncan sez: "Mommy, that's not a duster, that's a bird!"