Sunday, April 3, 2011
And lets not talk about the litter box. Chloe is a connoisseur of the inedible.
But last night when we came home from our daughter-in-law's baby shower, we found she had reached a new level in the dog eating hierarchy.
Getting into the garbage and strewing it around the kitchen is not a new trick. It usually happens under one of two circumstances: 1) There is some kind of meat or food product in the garbage that she just can't ignore, or 2) Chloe is bored. Yesterday was both.
Chloe is fine. No cuts on the tongue. No blood anywhere. Nothing. Nada. Zip.
But we can't find the plastic lid.