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sat on her tongue and hid behind big doggie lips. Except for that half inch.</p><p id="7b77">“Hey! YOU STOLE IT!”</p><p id="947c">Lia 🐕🐾 didn’t move a muscle. “I can still see it!” I shouted to her face.</p><p id="9afe">She didn’t even blink. I swear she thought if she didn’t move I wouldn’t see her.</p><figure id="a589"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*[email protected]"><figcaption>Dog becomes invisible when she doesn’t move. You can’t even see her in this picture. Photo by Wendy Snyder.</figcaption></figure><p id="4eff">I stuck my hand 🤚🏻 in her mouth and rummaged around. “You don’t get to keep this.”</p><p id="3d7e">Soggy bread swooshed between my fingers. “We don’t steal in our house.”</p><p id="9bfd">A sucking sound emerged with my hand 🤚🏻 and a hunk of bread. (Don’t worry, I left her the soggy bits.) she spit them out like a hot potato.</p><p id="862d">Right, someone made you do it… I pointed down to the mess, “Go ahead…” she lunged and vacuumed it up.</p><p id="ad31">I turned to the family and held up my prize. “She didn’t even chew it. She just sat there hoping she was invisible.”</p><p id="8b1f">I threw the bread away and realization popped into my head. I spun around and shouted to my family. “SHE PLANNED IT!”</p><p id="c32b">“That conniving cat-dog burglar!”</p><figure id="553d"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*[email protected]"><figcaption>Can she jam that nose

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in and bend it any further? (on the right) Photos by Wendy Snyder.</figcaption></figure><p id="687a">Sometimes love is loving through the accidents, mess, and poor choices.</p><p id="6a75">You can read more stories about the cat-dog here:</p><div id="93e5" class="link-block"> <a href="https://wendyswriting22.medium.com/list/fb0ae2692d43"> <div> <div> <h2>The Cat-Dog and Pets</h2> <div><h3> </h3></div> <div><p>Cat-Dog and Pets wendyswriting22.medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*5fd147524207d53a82c7f3d25a99f7f220726dad.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><div id="d60d" class="link-block"> <a href="https://wendyswriting22.medium.com/membership"> <div> <div> <h2>Join Medium with my referral link - Wendy Snyder</h2> <div><h3>As a Medium member, a portion of your membership fee goes to writers you read, and you get full access to every story…</h3></div> <div><p>wendyswriting22.medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*dpdhk4yZUy7XnTyU)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

The Cat-Dog is a Cat Burglar

I ripped off two chunks of French bread to eat with a bit of cheese. Then all hell broke loose.

The cat-dog burglar. Photo by Wendy Snyder.

Husband’s yelling over my daughter hollering. I tossed my snack on a chair and jumped in to help.

Apparently, Lia 🐕🐾 , the cat-dog 🐈- 🐕, had crawled out from under the coffee table and knocked over the 24-ounce drink 🥤 my husband just poured.

We lunged to save remotes, iPads, computers 💻 and electronic what-not from the soda 🥤 flood. Our daughter ran for towels.

Chaos ensued.

After all the hubbub settled, I turned around to have a sit and munch on fancy cheese and crusty bread 🥖.

There, I beheld one chunk of bread. One, not two. “Hey, where’s my other piece of bread?”

I spun around and checked the floor. “I had two pieces!”

Husband and daughter looked around, clueless. That’s when my eyes fell upon her.

She sat up tall as she could, eyes frozen in my direction, not moving, not even breathing.

As if I couldn’t see the 1/2 inch of bread sticking out the side of her stuffed mouth.

It wasn’t just 1/2 an inch, the whole 3 inch chunk sat on her tongue and hid behind big doggie lips. Except for that half inch.

“Hey! YOU STOLE IT!”

Lia 🐕🐾 didn’t move a muscle. “I can still see it!” I shouted to her face.

She didn’t even blink. I swear she thought if she didn’t move I wouldn’t see her.

Dog becomes invisible when she doesn’t move. You can’t even see her in this picture. Photo by Wendy Snyder.

I stuck my hand 🤚🏻 in her mouth and rummaged around. “You don’t get to keep this.”

Soggy bread swooshed between my fingers. “We don’t steal in our house.”

A sucking sound emerged with my hand 🤚🏻 and a hunk of bread. (Don’t worry, I left her the soggy bits.) she spit them out like a hot potato.

Right, someone made you do it… I pointed down to the mess, “Go ahead…” she lunged and vacuumed it up.

I turned to the family and held up my prize. “She didn’t even chew it. She just sat there hoping she was invisible.”

I threw the bread away and realization popped into my head. I spun around and shouted to my family. “SHE PLANNED IT!”

“That conniving cat-dog burglar!”

Can she jam that nose in and bend it any further? (on the right) Photos by Wendy Snyder.

Sometimes love is loving through the accidents, mess, and poor choices.

You can read more stories about the cat-dog here:

The Cat-Dog and Pets

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