Life with The Dog: so now it's shoes, isn't it

The Man looks out the window, "Oh, look how pretty she is, laying out in the sunshine like that! Nicely on the fresh grass, chewing on her bo... Wait a minute: that looks like...

...Maria's flip-flop.

Oh sh*t!"

And The Man runs outside trying to retrieve what's left of the flip-flop and tomorrow Maria will walk her ass down to the store and get herself a new pair of flips-flops.

PS. Just in case you're wondering, The Dog is sitting here licking the log burner. It's off, so it's cold - but still...

Lick, lick, lick, yummy log burner. Lick, lick, lick, such a wonderful metallic taste! Lick, lick, lick. 

Whilst me and The Man look on and shake our heads.

Labrador does not a stress free dog make.

PPS. And I'm not kidding, but whilst I'm spell-checking this post here there's a sound of a ripping pillow coming from the hallway at which point I jump up and go tell her off for trying to kill her doggie bed again.

Seriously, dog, there's three magic words for you: doggie. Chew. Toys. Or even firewood, for Pete's sake! But would you please stop trying to demolish the furniture...

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