Herein I continue to list my sins in hopes they will be absolved. Or at least forgotten. However, toothmarks remain on some objects not completely destroyed: I'm not the greatest at covering my tracks.
Sparky did his share of swiping just about anything off a counter, but he did it delicately. He could snag a quarter of my sister's grilled cheese sandwich, and no one would ever know. My family would think, "Hey, did I already eat that? Must have."
I, however, am more of a smash-and-grab kind of guy. Just-baked oatmeal cookies off the fancy china plate? Why not, and might as well snag the plate too. Smash!
Vase of flowers on the kitchen island? Crash!
Crystal vase on the fireplace mantel? Bash!
Then there are the wooden objects. Mom's bamboo-handled summer bag? Chomp! Mom's second wood-handled bag? Chomp! Chomp! (You think she would have gotten the idea, but no.) Leg of ottoman—should be on a menu!
On to the plastic: Mom's prescription sunglasses. Mom's prescription eyeglasses. Mom's new prescription sunglasses. Onward!
I've come a long way. Really. If only mom would get a new pair of glasses, sans toothmarks of course, she might even forget all about my destructive side. Somehow, I get the feeling that she just doesn't trust me.
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Every dog has its dreams. Rescue pup Rory joins this blog, begun by Tucker, a Walker Foxhound, who like his predecessor Sparky, a Dalmatian, was adopted from Buddy Dog Humane Society in Sudbury, MA. They have have inspired a doggie bakery, a picture book, the construction of a 6-foot fence, and underwritten several veterinary practices.
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