December 11, 2008
And I mean that in the most affectionate way.
Yeah. Right.
So I took the kids to the library the other night and found a couple books and DVDs…including a brand-new middle grade novel that I thought my son would like. It was squeaky-clean new, sitting on the New shelf and it was beautiful and pristine.
(You know where this is going, don’t you?)
So we’ve just gotten to where we’ll block Mr. Frodo in the kitchen/dining area when we go somewhere, instead of in his kennel. I’m careful to put everything away, to arrange the chairs and table to block the shelves where the kids’ school supplies are, etc. I pick everything off the floor. I move all counter items to a far corner.
But yesterday, I made a serious mistake. I didn’t block our other German Shepherd, Tilly, who is a mature 7 and who runs the house, in with Mr. Frodo.
Which meant he had to find his own amusements. Even though I had left him two bones and a chew toy. The little shit.
So he amused himself with The 13th Reality.
I told Pirate Boy he had to read it, now that we owned it!
Okay, so…what has your puppy destroyed? Worst experience ever?




























