Banjo, has obviously been feeling left out lately from the blog, so last night he did something so terrible, so insane, I can't not blog about it. Texas and I came home with the girls from dinner to find Banjo huddled by the back door, looking guilty, and somewhat ill. I let him out, turn around and see all my soap gone! the piece of paper I set the soap on laying on the floor, empty and torn. The amount of anger that went through me was intense. No wonder he wanted outside before I noticed. I made him stay outside the rest of the night, to freeze his bad little butt off. Plus, I imagine him being rather ill after eating a pound of lye soap. Come bedtime, I'm climbing into bed and I there under my pillow is a bar of soap. I check Annie's bed, same thing, a bar of soap under her pillow. Come to find out, he didn't eat the soap; he hid it all over the house. Under couch cushions, bathmats, chairs, were my bars of soap. So Annie and I had a soap hunt this morning and found all but 2 bars. Banjo is still looking rather guilty this morning, but all I do is laugh when I see him.
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