"Damn it," I thought to myself. "The dog chewed up one of the girls' toys while I was out." I examined the stray bits of plastic in an attempt to determine which toy the dog has destroyed, all the while praying silently that it was not a particularly beloved item. Puzzled, I considered the options: Lego? Farm animal? Dora accessory? Still unsure, I looked around the room for more evidence, when suddenly I made a gruesome discovery.
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At my house, Junior would have killed the dog without a second thought. Elmo is sacrosanct.
We're proud owners of the Elmo doll that you can program to say your child's name and their favorite things. Every meal, bedtime, and naptime is now punctuated by Elmo. I thought he was pretty cute at first but good god am I ready to graduate to Dora.
See what happens when you favor the kids over the dog? Rebellion!
I remember in the days BK (before kids), I came home to find shards of a CD on the rug. Then more... then more... my dog had found about 10 music CDs and tore them to shreds. Somehow, she managed not to injure herself...
As for our house, particularly beloved items disappear under mysterious circumstances from time to time, but Mommy's usually responsible for that (what can I say, some toys just drive me up the $%#%-ing wall).
one of our dogs recently chewed up an ink pen in our living room. now we have blue spots all over our carpet that are highlighted by the brighter colored carpet that was produced by the hours of trying to scrub the ink out. blast.
It sucks to make a clean spot, doesn't it? I had one on the wall of our old house forever...
***GROSS ALERT*** Big kids goldfish died today, and he wanted to bury it in the back yard. Hubby scooped out the fish, wrapped it in paper towels, and put it in a tupperware container in the garage. Dogs (idiots) promptly tore through the container and gobbled up the fish. Is it any wonder I am going crazy?
ShockMotherInLaw knitted ShockDaughter a ShockPurse (ack, I can't stop!) out of a red fuzzy yarn. I took a look at it and said to the ShockProf (quietly, very quietly), "Oh my god, somebody skinned Elmo."
I do still call it the Elmo purse...
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