Monday, May 14, 2012


It has been so long since I have written about destruction. The other night we were having a wicked thunderstorm. First good one of the season (and actually not as good as I would like). It started when I was about 10 minutes from home. Lee was home alone. So I hurried home and Lee was over the moon to see me. Then I noticed this:

This is a chewed up glove. How the heck she got this out of the basket it was in I will never know! The top right corner is her panting tongue. She was so stressed that while I was cleaning up my glove, rather than hid or sulk, she was glued to me. As soon as I opened the bedroom door, she took to her favourite hiding place, under the bed.

Shortly after, I found this pair of chewed up underwear in the bathroom. She was very mad!

Since this, we have also had a plastic cup chewed up.
Let's hope we don't have to start counting days without destruction (currently we are at 0).


  1. Poor Lee! And storm season is just starting.

  2. In her defense, it was a scary thunderstorm. We were trying to hide in the vet's office until it stopped. Unfortunately it took longer than anticipated, so we had to suck it up.

  3. I am not as sympathetic as I love a storm!


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