There’s a dog that lives in our oven. Seriously! There is! And it freaks me out!
Now, I only see this dog at certain times of the day when the light is shining just right. And I don’t usually see it unless mom puts a plate or bowl down for me in front of the oven. And then sometimes I don’t see it until I lift my head. But then, WHOA!, there it is – staring back at me. It’s hard to describe what it looks like cuz it’s kinda dark in the oven. But the one thing I know is that it’s got some great BIG stick-up ears. Mom and dad don’t seem to be concerned about it and if you can believe it, sometimes they even laugh at me when the dog jumps out at me like that. But I’m pretty darn sure that dog is up to no good.