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Bad Dog

These are two of my babies-  Pele (tan guy) and Gambit (always the snuggler).

They can look very sweet…

They kind of look a little lazy too.

They are two of the biggest ACTORS ever.

In fact, if there was an Emmy Award for best doggie actor, they would have to share…

Because this is what I came home to a couple of days ago…

Please note that the trail began at that bed they were so innocently sleeping on.

I turned around and saw this…

I was on the phone with Christina when I saw the mess, and I gasped in shock.  In fact, I’m fairly certain that she thought I’d found a dead body in my house.

I could hardly speak, except to say, “Oh my gosh.  Oh my gosh.”

At first, I didn’t know what they’d torn up.

Then, I looked over to one of my end tables and did not see the Auburn Alumni book that the Mr. had recently purchased, which he’d set on top of that table.

That book was thick.

I had no idea how much it had cost.

All I knew was that it wasn’t there any more.

I bent down and started going through the pieces of paper on the floor and found an advertisement for a store in Auburn.

This definitely wasn’t good.

I kept repeating, “Oh my gosh, oh my gosh” while Christina listened.

She’s well versed on animal mishaps.  She has a bunch of chickens, a bunch of dogs, and a few cats.  Oh yeah.  She also has a couple of hamsters or gerbils or something.

I started pacing around the living room.

And then I saw it.


Thank heavens!

When the Mr. got home that night, he told me that he’d come out of his bedroom that morning before work and had seen Pele sniffing the book.

He remembered that I’d warned him the night before about putting that book on the table.

He’d made the smart decision and moved the book to the dining room table…where the dogs could not get to it.

Phew!  Disaster averted.

Except for my poor magazines.

I know why the dogs are getting into things.

They are ticked off.

They are mad that the kids aren’t home, and they are mad that I spend so much time working.

I really must rectify this…

So that I can have my dogs return to this mode…

One Response

  1. Does it help if I say, it could have been worse? : ) They do know how to get our attention, don’t they?

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