Just Like a Child

Rose reminds me in many ways of a child. If she's not in the room with you, and everything is too quiet, rest assured she's getting into something.

Yesterday I'd left the door to the studio open. Unbeknownst to me, she went up there and investigated.

Now, I'd gotten her some chew toys at the store, and she enjoyed those thoroughly. And aside from having a strange fascination with my used tissues, I was pretty sure things would be ok in that room.

So I'm typing on my computer last night when I hear a "chomp! crack chomp!" I rush over, and there, at the top of the stairs, is Rose trying to make inroads on my starfish!

sigh.

It now has the tip missing from one of its legs.

But I love Rose, really I do.