today's edition is part ii in a saga.
{does it sound more dramatic that way? 'cause it's not really.}
remember when the husband's dog
chewed a hole in the carpet? kinda like this?
it turned into a small dilemma.
we're not ready to replace the carpet,
we're not ready to replace the carpet,
but i can't let the dog keep chewing it.
so what to do?
just put something over the hole that the dog can't eat.
huh.
that's a pretty short list.
i finally settled on this:
i know....this is redneck.
metal step ladders don't make classy decor.
but it's just meant to be a short term fix.
and no lie, it was the only thing in the house
but it's just meant to be a short term fix.
and no lie, it was the only thing in the house
that i figured he couldn't chew apart.
until today, when i came home to this:
and what do you suppose these rubber thingies used to belong to?
bingo.
rest in peace, step ladder stoppers.
clearly that idea was neither classy nor clever.
clearly that idea was neither classy nor clever.
soooo, if i don't blog for a few days,
could someone please make like a domino's delivery person
and come check on me?
there's a good chance i could be eaten by a wild dog.
1 comment:
awww.. i grew up with a crazy dog like that! good luck!! :)
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