I was really excited about cranking out some blog posts tonight since I've been so MIA until......
I found out my dog ate my underwear.
Yes, you read that correctly. He ate it, digested it, and then it came out. Is this a nightmare?
Sorry if this is TMI, you can leave now and I promise it won't hurt my feelings.
It's been a little rough lately in this little life here (hence my absence), so I went to get a mani/pedi after work because my doctor told me I needed to relax and have some "me time." Pedicure? Manicure? Doctor's orders?! Certainly, I will take full advantage of that!
Once I got home and got into the bedroom to change, I saw a "no no" on the office carpet which I JUST vacuumed yesterday. I walk up to clean it up and voila! a pair of my lace undies....
What a pleasant surprise!
Sarge currently hates us because he is being starved after a trip to the vet last week for drinking too much salt water (yes, again). I guess the 1.5 cans of food per day just isn't doing it for him and he thought the laundry sounded appetizing. I could kill him.
I am so thankful it came out all in one piece (yes I know gross), because we could easily go through pancreatitis round two.
So friends, in addition to keeping your dog from drinking salt water, you should probably also keep your hanky pankys hidden.
And this week is off to a fabulousssss start.