The Devil is My Pet

Last night while I was washing dishes I could hear Xander yelling at Roscoe, our puppy. Since Roscoe is still a puppy he doesn't mind very well. I wasn't sure what Roscoe was doing to make Xander mad but I wasn't too worried about it because Xander is always getting upset with Roscoe. Roscoe is very much a puppy and loves to chew, chase, romp around, and pretty much terrorize any sock that happens to find itself not put away.

Tony's mom, Lisa, took my children to the World of Wheels exhibition on Sunday after church. I've never been to one so I'm not sure what all is there except for some cool looking cars. While there, Lisa bought Xander an inflatable Spiderman Hammer thing. Why Spiderman would endorse a blow-up hammer is beyond me.

Anyway, Roscoe was attacking Xander's Spiderman Hammer. Xander was trying to get it out of Roscoe's ferociously clawed mouth when it popped. This made Xander go off the deep end. That's when I heard Xander scream at the puppy "YOU'RE THE DEVIL ROSCOE!!!!"

Poor Xander. I had to stop washing dishes because I was laughing so hard. Xander came in with his quickly deflating Spiderman hammer very upset. Tony told him he could fix and put tape over the puncture "wounds" Xander is still a little mad at Roscoe. Hopefully, they'll be able to patch up this little bump in their friendship.



Here's the guilty perpetrator of the heinous crime. (I'm not even sure he can see anything.)