I am a bad, little dog who chews up unpredictable things such as countless paper towels, spools of thread, packs of gum, a bookmark, a flashdrive, a five dollar bill, a copy of Elijah's birth certificate, a skirt, and tonight an ipod cord.
I think Krissi and Brooks need to do a better job of keeping stuff out of my reach. Who would guess I would go for a birth certificate?
I know that I am a bad, little dog... a very loved, bad, little dog.
