For two weeks we have been babysitting a dog with a sweet name, Moonpie.  Her owner, my good friend Lynette , left for a month to save the world ( Africa in particular), and brought the dog to us.  Moonpie, as you can see from the picture, is a Basset Hound and she looks like a hybrid of crocodile and cow with the cutest face.   Lynette adopted Moonpie from a shelter when she was 3 years old. Doggie happens to have a past and some psychological problems. When she is nervous, she begins to eat books, especially the ones that you are now reading. She gets nervous quite often, almost always when left alone.  My husband and son approached this habit with deep understanding…They both ( famous dog shrinks), explained to me that when Moonpie eats the book it’s probably the same as when kids bite nails.  When Lynette brought the dog to us, she went around our house and advised that we move up some of the books.  Aside from her neurosis, Moonpie is Continue reading “The Birthday Cake Mystery” →