dog

Our dog was relatively bad today.
She is such a good dog, that her little acts of rage usually involve ripping tissues out of a tissue box or over Christmas she found presents (bones) of hers on two occasions and ate them before it was time to do so.
It's never very bad.
Her signature "I'm pissed off" move is tipping her food and water bowl over on to the floor.
Ever since we had Evelyn she doesn't quite understand why the new "pet" gets to go everywhere with me and she doesn't.
If I run to the store with Evelyn I can pretty much guarantee a little spiteful mess when I come home.
At least she doesn't destroy furniture or poo on the carpet or something.
She's an old lady.  We feel bad for her.
Today Justin, Evelyn, and I ran to the grocery store and Reed decided to rip up a box of brownie mix... but not the brownie mix.
Maybe she did this because she knew while we were at the store we put away a dog bed we were thinking about buying her.

You know what I dislike?
Facial hair shavings left over on the bathroom counter/sink and discovering toenail pieces on the floor.
I'm not naming any names..

It could have been anyone in our household..
uh-hem...