Everyone was laughing but me.
“Mom! Look at Jake!”
THWACK. He lands on my chest covered in mud. A trail of thick, black, pond-scum mud from the door to my chair and all over me, my blanket, my chair…
The joys of boys and dogs.
Let’s just say…the ball ended up in the pond because athletic granddaughters threw it there.
And let’s just say…that said granddaughters never knew there was a demon grandma in the house.
And further that demon grandma’s fangs and voice were in revealed in all its bellowing glory.
I may or may not have scared a few of them.
I giggle still thinking about their faces.
You wanna see Grandma’s ugly? Throw a muddy dog on her. That’ll do it!
Shhh. Don’t tell nobody.
Dis is my dis-gize.
I found my ball in da pond an’ now I gonna stealth it back in da house.
Boy will Mom be surprised!