Hurricane Edith

Fr Mike dragged in this morning, looking really beat. He’d gotten the new (Tibetan Terrier?) puppy, to replace Mabel, on Monday. Besides all the usual harum-skarum of a puppy in the house, Archie (Mabel’s buddy-boy) was not pleased…

Fr Mike had gotten Edith a couple of stuffers, which she just loved. Archie got ahold of them, and wouldn’t let her have them back. He also dissected the squeakers out of ’em (I have a feeling there were more indignities perpetrated on the poor little things, but Fr Mike spared us the gories).

Seems like, for the nonce, the Bunkers are reigning supreme in the rectory!