The war of the socks…

Now that Sarah and I are both working, Abe spends his days guarding the house. He gets pretty excited when we come home. After letting him out in the yard, Sarah decided to go down and play with him. She took off her socks, set them on the railing and ran down into the yard. Abe did a couple circles around her, then ran up the steps, grabbed a sock and ran off to a corner of the yard. Needless to say, Sarah wasn’t about to run around trying to get it from him, so she called me. I don’t know why, I’m not fast enough to catch that little rascal. But, in his daring attempts to get close to me, he got a little too close and I managed to wrestle the sock from him. Confident and gloating in my domination, I watched as Sarah picked up her other sock and threw it down into the yard, almost at Abe’s feet. And it began again…