The dog, whom I affectionately call "Hell Hound," is a plush toy psycho killer. When she was a puppy, and I was childless, I thought it was funny that she ripped every stuffed toy I handed her to shreds. I guess the Dog Whisperer would give me an "F" for my pet parenting skills. I say, if I had to mess up my first try at parenting, I'm glad I practiced on my dog.
Just when I think all are sleeping peacefully I hear a shriek from Princess' room. "MAMA! DUCK IS MISSING!" I play dumb. "Where did you see him last?"
The princess lets out a heavy sigh. "I left him outside and now he's lost at the spooky night in the dark, dark forest." Her lips quiver and form that sad look that makes me want to trek out into the mosquito filled yard to dig up a stuffed duck.
Thinking quickly, I decide to lie to the little angel. "Don't worry about duck! Mommy found him, but he is dirty! So he decided to take a swim in the washing machine and you'll have him back tomorrow."
The princess smiles, squinting. She closes her eyes and falls back asleep, still smiling.
Nice job mommy. Now I have to find that duck before sunrise.
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