sweet moses on roller skates, talullah.
Written by patty on June 8th, 2009This.
This is what remorse looks like on a remaindered, ridiculous second-hand designer dog’s face after she’s destroyed her person’s last pair of JCrew wedge flip flops, just in time for summer.
This.
This is what a flip-flop carcass looks like. I discovered this flip flop and its mate about a month ago, hidden under a pair of ill-fitting jeans, when I cleaned out my closet. It was my very last pair.
It’’s also what a stick (Talullah dragged it into the house last night), a canine-appropriate chew thing of some sort (knuckle bone?) and a corner of a red soggy towel (sitting there since 8:00 this morning, when it was abandoned by my youngest son) look like.
I haven’t yet captured the expression of the husband who left the aforementioned remaindered, ridiculous second-hand designer dog out of her crate this morning before he left for work.
8
PM
Oooo! some one is in TROUBLE!
Nice to see you back here!
10
PM
Not a problem. Just walk around with constantly clenched toes. How hard can that be?
12
PM
Well, I feel better about my smelly hound dog sleeping in my bed.