Penny the Labradoodle hates balloons. I think my children traumatized her when they rubbed it against her hair to witness static electricity firsthand. That was her first experience with them. Then I think what really did her in was when she played with one like it was any one of her other 2,000 toys only this one POPPED! (Her reaction was worth every traumatized hair on her body. It might even have been funnier than my friend Alisa falling in her beautiful patent leather pumps.) Well now she crawls up under the desk when one’s in sight.
You can imagine how much she hates birthdays around here. I for one think they’re all the more entertaining now.
I’m cruel. I know.