Oh my goodness, I do love my dog!
He is the sweetest little (big) dude with so much energy
and protective senses, and
he is so good and gentle with the children.
BUT today, I was this close (not really),
to giving him the boot (not really).
In his short 7 months of life, he has managed to eat
10 pairs of shoes, 8 of which were mine.
**Warning, graphic photos below**
AGAIN, I repeat... EIGHT PAIRS OF MY SHOES!!!!
I realize he is just a giant puppy, and he will (hopefully)
grow out of this stage, but seriously!
Why can't he chew on Christian's shoes?
Or Claire's? Why ME?!
It's as if my shoes were smothered with peanut butter or something.
Is it my "smell?" WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?
Lucy, I know what you are thinking if you are reading this.
And I ask that you please keep your
dogs are the worst speech to yourself for fear,
I may agree with you.
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Teachings from RMN:
Teachings from RMN:
The Atonement, October, 1996
"Mortal life, glorious as it is, was never the ultimate
objective of God's plan. Life and death here on planet
Earth were merely means to an end—not the end for which we were sent."
