Sunday, July 22, 2012

Puppy.




My mom got Lorelai this really adorable stuffed puppy for Christmas.



It's not so adorable anymore. A lot of the toys he's destroyed, I can fix. Not so much here.

The worst part about having a dog who rips shit to pieces is that if you don't catch him doing it, you can't yell or tell him "bad dog" or spray him with the spray bottle. You just have to...not really do anything but clean up the mess and once again consider selling him to gypsies.

(I threaten to sell him to gypsies a lot. I don't know what kind of gypsies would buy him, though. Most you probably couldn't pay to take him.)

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