I arrived home afer being gone a little over 5 hours. To my surprise, I found a very hyper puppy, among a few others things, like:
a chewed bottle of aspirin
a chewed clothes hanger, in about 15 pieces
a stuffed elephant with it's tail missing
an open and chewed bag of peppermint nougats
3 peppermint Dove chocolate wrappers
what I am supposing was a lint roller.
AND. (oh, here's the kicker)
A crater the size of my head in the living room couch, and lots and lots of couch stuffing around the entire living room.
After I calmed down from pacing/shrieks of madness/laughter, I called my dad.
"You might want to take mom out for a few drinks before you come home."
Dad said, "Why?"
"Oh. Um. How do I say this? Triton ate the ouch."
(I could almost hear him wince over the phone.)
Dad said, "Are you coming home tonight?"
Giggling, I said, "Hell no."
He called me a chicken. I call me smart.
oh oh my.... i nearly lost my stuff when my dog ripped holes in the sheets i had covering the couch. i couldn't imagine how i'd react if he'd actually eaten the couch itself. ouch.
ReplyDeleteI believe that was a wise decision, not coming home tonight.
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