The Butcher is in Cincinnati under… shall we say… mysterious circumstances that involve a curly-haired blonde Republican, so Mrs. Wigglebottom and I have to entertain ourselves until he returns, assuming he returns in one piece.
We were out driving by the new house when the Professor called and invited us to stop by her place. So, of course we went.
Mrs. Wigglebottom was just hilarious. She was rolling around on the floor, barking, running around, watching the neighbor out the door, eating ice, getting up on the couch, getting off the couch, rolling on the ground some more, eating the lunch the Professor brought her (a burger), sniffing everything, drinking out of the toilet, rolling around some more, and just basically acting like a puppy.
She fell asleep almost the minute I put her in the car and she’s now sprawled out on the floor snoring.