|The utter destruction of a class set of NBA valentines meticulously assembled by Nate.|
|The lollipop and slobber-encrusted socks I included in the teachers' Chinese take-out gift boxes.|
|The box carcass|
|The valentines stuck together by dog drool, excessive scotch tape and sticky wrappers.|
|The Fort Knox barricade Hubs built to keep Spike confined to our carpet-free downstairs last night.|
Why did we keep him downstairs?
Because no one wants to be awoken at 2 a.m. by the sound of their dog heaving
his guts and 17 lollipop wrappers.
|The moment I finally lost my shnizzle and stormed downstairs because I could not listen to Spike pace and attempt to knock down the barricade so he could get to us upstairs... |
and probably barf on my carpet.
No feeding necessary.
No Valentine Massacring.
The Perfect Pet.
Anyone looking to adopt a dog? I might have one available immediately. Free.
Happy Valentine's Day.
That's just my normal.