Hi pals! Yvie's back, to start your weekend off with some blog and interwebz fun!
First, a story for you, filled with danger, daring, snacks, and spiders. Look away, small children. Look away.
Mom was in the bathroom, so I barged in like I usually do. In case you didn't know this, I just recently learned how to open doors. In case you also didn't know this, I don't like it when people shut me out of the bathroom. I mean, what are they doing in there that's so damn private?
So I went in the bathroom, and then on my way out I saw this big black dot on the wall.
So I did what any self respecting dog would do. I ate it.
Mom told me to spit it out right away, and I did, because I'm actually a pretty good listener when I want to be.
Turns out it was a spider, and Mom says I'm not allowed to eat those. She spewed off a lot of reasons, but the only one I can really remember is that spiders in the house eat bugs in the house so we want to keep them around.
I wasn't sure about that and eyed that arachnid suspiciously. I was pleased to see two of his back legs weren't working very well, courtesy of moi.
But, it turns out, spiders are pretty resilient. Mom saw him again a few days later in the bathroom, legs working fine.
All I know is, if I see that spider again (and Mom's not around) he's goin' in mah belly!
Onto the fun!