So I mentioned before (Nobody's Perfect) that Mr. T doesn't eat things he's not supposed to.
I hate it when I open my mouth and heap steaming piles of vengeance on myself. I form words and create curses. I talk myself right into a damn corner.
Barbie's still alive, and the hot wheels are more in danger of being dismantled by C than by the dog. But.
Paper. Especially paper that you wish to save or which has important information.
Littlest Pet Shop toys, the smaller and the better.
Kleenex. Used.
One pink cable knit knee high sock.
One very sad panda. All that remains is a little stuffing.
Its almost as if Lady decided to reincarnate in the new dog so that I wouldn't miss her so much.
I would at this point break out in the 'Thank God's' for the things he doesn't yet seem to have a penchant for chewing on , like cameras and computer cords and shoes...but then I'd be cursing myself further. So I never mentioned any of those things, mmmkay?
Next time remind me to keep my big mouth shut.
