Go Get Her...

I was downstairs blogging and Muddear was in her room. After hearing Muddear calling me, I grabbed my laptop and went to check on her. As usual, MacIntosh was hot on my heels.

When I walked into Muddear's room, MacIntosh ran to sit in our favorite spot. Muddear looked at me and said, "Did you hear me calling you?"

"Yep, that's why I came upstairs."

"I told him to get you and he did."

"Who?"

"The dog.""

"Muddear, MacIntosh was downstairs eating." (Why do I try to have these logical conversations? Muddear is going to believe whatever Muddear wants to believe.)

"Maybe he was, but he came upstairs first. I told him to go get you and he did."