I had a few orders for Easter basket fillers recently. I had finished and mailed the first two orders, the third was waiting on the coffee table to be shipped. In the (open) package. Wrapped with yummy tissue paper. Unattended for about twenty minutes while I made up a mailing label in the next room. Unattended… except for the damn dog. (Insert image of shifty eyed Santa’s Little Helper here and cue bad dog music)
Although Aldo said I should have taken photos of the bodies as evidence against the damn dog in the case of a murder trial, I could not bring myself to take a picture of the carnage. Plus I was busy shaking with rage, so any photographic proof would have been rendered blurry and unusable to any jury. Don’t worry, Ruby (AKA Damn Dog, eater of sofas, destroyer of windows, chewer of chairs, murderer of mermaids) is still with us. She had the good sense to hide until morning in her crate… far away from me.
Anyhow, I had to make two new mermaids…
Stupid dog.
3 Comments
March 29, 2009 at 6:27 am
Bad Ruby. LOL.
Those mermaids are lovely. You are so creative!
March 30, 2009 at 12:32 pm
Oh, I totally feel you on this. Our dog is the bane of my existence right now–along with his teeth.
May 12, 2009 at 3:34 pm
Oh man. That almost beats stepping in cat throwup on the way to the bathroom in the middle of the night.