Miss Patty has gone into hiding since I cleaned her ears.  Well, actually, she went into hiding before I could clean them.  It’s not my fault that she was shaking her head and made me take a look at them.  Ew, yucky, they were dirty. 

     Out came the cotton swabs and tissues then ~poof~ went the dog.  She bolted for her kennel and hid as far back as she could squeeze.  I swear she even held her breath. 

     “Have you seen the brown dog, dear?” I pointed to the crate.

     “Nope.”  DH tried to keep from laughing out loud.  “I haven’t seen her.”

     “I wonder where Patty is?  I bet she doesn’t know I have a cookie.”

     The white dog appeared at my feet.  Gavin tried to give his paw, do a stick ’em up, even a speak. 

     “Sorry, white dog.  This COOKIE  is for the brown dog.  It’s your sister’s COOKIE.  Maybe if PATTY doesn’t want a COOKIE, you can have it.”

     A black nose poked out of a crate door, followed by a brown and white face.  Soon I had a brown and white dog sitting at my feet next to the white dog.  I gave them both a cookie and closed the crate doors so Patty couldn’t go back into hiding.

     The brown dog gave me a killing look and tried to hide behind DH’s chair.

     “Too late.  Gotcha now.”  I cleaned her ears.  When I opened the crate doors again Patty went back into hiding.