Childbride
September 15th, 2009, 08:42 PM
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so maggie, our little beagle, is now going on 9 months old.
i had forgotten the joys of the chewing puppy.
when she first came home, she immediately destroyed two pairs of shoes; one of mine, one of shiner's.
shiner's were boat shoes, and i remember when she squalled in the backyard as she passed a grommet.
shoes go in the trash.
we go to petsmart. buy her toys galore to chew. get her rawhide, et al to chew. chew on your toys, dear.
[nope.]
tonight, she goes after my bag that dugly's gf AnnA gave me that i take my music in to my lessons, my guitar music bag. eats the handle off.
the puppy eats sticks. sticks. bugs, the runners in the hall, the coatings off of tennis balls. she chews.
the wed before my bday was the classic, tho.
i'm talking to my gram.
maggs comes running, scooting through the bedroom,
[ok, how do i do this visual]
you know the grinch that stole xmas?
she had a foot long trail of 'tinsel' [carpet fibers, tennis ball covers, and personal business] trailing behind her.
i screamed, as she jumped onto the coverlet to relieve her distress.
shiner came to the rescue, scooped her up, and aleviated the issue in the backyard, much to magg's indignation.
remind me again, when do they grow out of this?!?
[edit: Patrick Swazye's death from pancreatic cancer actually hit me really badly last night, and i felt the need to try to be funny to laugh it off. i am somehow going to find a way to fundraise for this cancer that kills so many people so young, including my father. ]
so maggie, our little beagle, is now going on 9 months old.
i had forgotten the joys of the chewing puppy.
when she first came home, she immediately destroyed two pairs of shoes; one of mine, one of shiner's.
shiner's were boat shoes, and i remember when she squalled in the backyard as she passed a grommet.
shoes go in the trash.
we go to petsmart. buy her toys galore to chew. get her rawhide, et al to chew. chew on your toys, dear.
[nope.]
tonight, she goes after my bag that dugly's gf AnnA gave me that i take my music in to my lessons, my guitar music bag. eats the handle off.
the puppy eats sticks. sticks. bugs, the runners in the hall, the coatings off of tennis balls. she chews.
the wed before my bday was the classic, tho.
i'm talking to my gram.
maggs comes running, scooting through the bedroom,
[ok, how do i do this visual]
you know the grinch that stole xmas?
she had a foot long trail of 'tinsel' [carpet fibers, tennis ball covers, and personal business] trailing behind her.
i screamed, as she jumped onto the coverlet to relieve her distress.
shiner came to the rescue, scooped her up, and aleviated the issue in the backyard, much to magg's indignation.
remind me again, when do they grow out of this?!?
[edit: Patrick Swazye's death from pancreatic cancer actually hit me really badly last night, and i felt the need to try to be funny to laugh it off. i am somehow going to find a way to fundraise for this cancer that kills so many people so young, including my father. ]