Ugh Ginger. Pooch destruction. Awful.

Bartleby once ate my 2000 date book...three times. And not without effort. He had to dig it out from under things on each occasion. If I ever get audited for that year, I will have to hand them a manila envelope...with shreds.

Oddly, there was no provocation. The book was the same manufacturer as all my other books, no food spills. Mystery!

A trip to the vet garnered a note in his personal record...'known for destroying financial records.'

Poor Ginger!

A trip to the vet garnered a note in his personal record...'known for destroying financial records.

HA!

I've been so lucky with Toto. He was never a chewer. Or, if he was, I've blocked it out. He got into other things...namely chocolate whenever he had the opportunity, and once, Women's One-A-Day pills. That last one was scary. Though, it's funny now. It happened on a Saturday when I was out. We have no idea how he got the pills--probably jumped up on the toilet and knocked them down from the sink. How he opened the child-proof cap, we've never figured out. After we got through the worst of it, I was at the animal hospital to visit him, and the vet came to see me. He looked at me and said, "So, I was looking at Toto's records in the computer and saw he was scheduled to get snipped on Wednesday. I think he's trying to avoid that." And we had a good laugh. Then and every other time I visited that vet before we moved. Silly dog.

Count me among the gob-smacked-by-Jars'-mom crowd. My love handles are shipping out priority.

Oh Ginger, I shouldn't laugh, but this is just really becoming Mr. P's trademark.

So far, he just chews up enough things to be funny, except for his obsession with shoe insoles. My shoes are acquiring a definite insole deficit.

Yesterday he did chew open a package of dental floss, though. It doesn't help that I'm trying to clean out and rearrange my office, which is unearthing odd bits like the macrame handbook.

So far, he just chews up enough things to be funny, except for his obsession with shoe insoles. My shoes are acquiring a definite insole deficit.

In all my research for doggy lama pet coaching, I've learned some interesting things about how dogs communicate through smell. Apparently, the shoe chewing thing results from highly concentrated odors that make a dog think "Hey, this smells so much like you, you must be IN there. I'll get you out!" It's more like search and rescue than seek and destroy. Doesn't replace the shoes or make the loss feel any better, but hey, no malice aforethought.

Am just catching up to say,

YAY, FRISCO!!!!!

Elli wants to help with every diaper change, thus making it take twice as long.

My younger niece is a few years older than Ellie but she helps at diaper changes by being in charge of singing to and making other soothing noises for her new baby brother.

I think it was the double block'o concrete effect

mmmmmmmm. Makes me smile just thinking of it. I think that I will rerecord at best quality so I can get some screencaps of the snogging. I especially want one of Jack laughing and sticking his tongue out at John.

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IOW, I feel your pain.

brenda, that is perfectly priceless.

I also love the "My bowl. Let me show you it" shot. Lucy looks so happy.

One of the CS situations I hate so much:

Employee was terminated last year. Her benefits were paid a month in advance, so she's due a month's worth of deductions back.

She's been calling since the beginning of January. Our accounting department is both slow and unavailable. I have no answer for her. I feel bad about that.

ON THE OTHER HAND it does her no good at all to threaten legal action. The business in incorporated, you won't touch anybody who gives a shit. And the less than $60 check you're due will be swallowed up in the first five minutes of a phone call to a lawyer who won't take your case anyway. So shut up.

And here's me, hating both sides.