Lily received a belated Christmas gift this week from my our friend Simone. It was a super cute (and probably a wee expensive) fuzzy moose made from hemp and other natural organic materials. (We’re so granola here in California, what can I say?)
I unwrapped it, oohed and aahed over its cuteness and then handed it to Lily who ran out into the backyard with the moose in her mouth and a happy swish of her tail.
A couple hours later I went out back to water my fledgling vegetable seeds and was stopped short by this …
The moose was dead. Sheesh, he (at least I think it was a he) didn’t last long.
And holy banana … so was this glove liner. Shoot, that’s one of the nice ones. !@#$!! @#$!%!
Until recently we were fortunate that Lily didn’t steal socks or shoes or articles of clothing. For the past year I’ve thanked the universe that she didn’t know how to steal and destroy all manner of favorite things. I counted us awesomely lucky!
That is, until Jack taught her to do so. Seriously, Jack TAUGHT HER that socks are highly prized toys worthy of stealing and playing with until the poor sock is a tattered rag. She didn’t do this before he taught her. She didn’t even pay attention to socks. (AUGH!)
Every day I go outside and find a sock or two laying about the yard. Usually by the time I find them they are filled with holes. AUGH!
Anyway, that was a total left turn rant. Sorry about that. Thank you for your patience.
I love Jack. I love Lily and after all, she’s just being a dog. A few tattered socks is really nothing to get all het up about in the grand scheme of things, but REALLY! Did we have to teach her such a skill?
Okay, okay. I’m good. Phew! It’s out of my system. I’m over it. It’s all good. (Breathe in, breathe out. Wax on, wax off.)
Anyway, back to moose—that lovely, cute, snuggily moose.
Lily gives new meaning to “I love you to death.”
She’s such an overachiever.