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December 05, 2005
Who let the dog out?
So we had another trial run with letting Iggy roam the basement while we were out. We pretty much cleared the area of destructibles and kissed our crucifixes before we left. When we returned, she had gathered all things important to her on her pillow (all her toys, one of Matthew's shoes, the trash can and its contents, her towels from her crate, an empty windshield-wiper-fluid jug from the recycling bin) and THIS:
My sketchbook.
She didn't chew up anything else (well, okay, the windshield-wiper-fluid jug, just a little on the handle) but she sure tore into my sketchbook. This particular one was full of a lot of whining about work and lots of really boring stuff, so I'm not too traumatized. The best thing about it was that it was one of those really nice Moleskines that is supposed to make you be able to write like Ernest Hemingway.
No more.
Once we recovered from the horror, we figured we could take in the mayor's parade, which was happening right on our street. It was great. I love parades. It's the best of humanity (except for the part where the bald guy across the street kept yelling at the cheerleaders to "shake it, baby") (high school and under cheerleaders). Rudolph, though cute, was a little menacing:
And then, it was time for some tag team wrestling. Ruby and Iggy versus Christian and Matthew.
Humans = 1, Dogs = 0.
Still no word on the dustbuster rematch, though.
Posted by ribbu at December 5, 2005 07:52 AM