Evening Marker Roundup

I trotted inside from the garden and spotted trouble right on the edge of the low desk! A bright orange felt-tip marker had slipped out of its cup, rolling straight toward the dark carpet. Immediate action was required! I darted forward and slammed both front paws onto the desk, blocking its path just an inch before the ledge. Then, leaning my weight in, I used my nose to roll the plastic barrel across the smooth wood until it hit the back corner. To make sure it stayed locked down, I pushed an empty ceramic paperclip dish right up against it like a solid brake!