And Doggy Makes Three
EF and I have a dog, year old black lab named Kingsley, aka F5 (or 6 depending on his mood) aka Don’t Eat That Kingsley aka, What The Hell Did You Do Now Dog?
He eats EVERYTHING. Here is a super fun list of all the things the Blue Eyed Hurricane has destroyed.
- My two week old shirt, which I LOVED goddamn it!
- One of my books, for which I nearly killed him
- At least three magazine that I hadn’t read yet
- My crossword puzzle book
- Entire sealed cups of ranch dressing from fast food places
- One of EF’s Dad’s books, yet another near death experience
- plants
- styrofoam cups
- shoes, many many many shoes
- two pairs of brand new glasses
- the corner of the coffee table
Don’t get me wrong, I love him to bits, but damn! I know what my Mom meant now when she said she couldn’t have anything nice when we were growing up. Also my conviction on not bearing children has been re-solidified.