This morning I came down the stairs to a scene that nobody should have to witness before coffee. The carnage was incredible. Polyester fiberfill from one end of the family room to the other…except…all the stuffed toys have already been gutted…so where did it all come from…?
Noooooo! Not the throw pillows! Bad, bad, dogs!
The worst part was, Molly had some tell-tale signs of fluff bits around her mouth, meaning that she took part in the kill – although I’m sure Murphy started it. Well, it’s not that that was the worst part. It was this: I said, “Molly, you’re old enough to know better!”. Oh. My. God. I’m turning into my parents and I don’t even have children yet.
oh dear – hopefully it is a phase for him! good thing the pups are so cute.
remember – it’s ok to talk to your pets – as long as they don’t talk back…
hahaha! At least you aren’t as bad as I am. I accidentally call my daughter by the cat’s name and vice versa. “Dutchess you need to finish up your homework.” Then everyone in the room looks at me like I’ve lost it.