A Sad Day

This afternoon, I was working on-line with The Dreaded Bills, when I heard Kylie wailing a death song.

Kody, Black Death, came and chewed up all of her Polly Pockets, most of which she had just received for Christmas. There were little arms and legs scattered everywhere. Polly Pocket Holocaust.

Later, Kathleen told me that they took the beloved pieces out to the backyard for burial. Fellow Polly Pocket owners came to support their friends in the loss. They buried the torsos in one place and the arms and legs in another. They were very sad, and Kody was not on the Most Favorite Dog List today.