Upon returning home at 9:45 on Valentine’s Day Eve, we discovered this…
|The utter destruction of a class set of NBA valentines meticulously assembled by Nate.|
|The lollipop and slobber-encrusted socks I included in the teachers’ Chinese take-out gift boxes.|
|The box carcass|
|The valentines stuck together by dog drool, excessive scotch tape and sticky wrappers.|
|The Fort Knox barricade Hubs built to keep Spike confined to our carpet-free downstairs last night.
Why did we keep him downstairs?
Because no one wants to be awoken at 2 a.m. by the sound of their dog heaving
his guts and 17 lollipop wrappers.
|The moment I finally lost my shnizzle and stormed downstairs because I could not listen to Spike pace and attempt to knock down the barricade so he could get to us upstairs…
and probably barf on my carpet.
No feeding necessary.
No Valentine Massacring.
The Perfect Pet.
Anyone looking to adopt a dog? I might have one available immediately. Free.
Happy Valentine’s Day.
That’s just my normal.