Thursday, July 27, 2006
While You Were Out
Yep, my little 40-something pound lab ate our bedroom door. And I wonder why we haven't been able to lease the house yet. The door remained in this state the whole three weeks I was out of town, not that we've had much response in the first place. Trying to lease or sell in the current housing market is an absolute pain. Funny, it's the exact opposite in New York City where we're trying to live.
When I finally dragged my ass through my front door four hours past my ETA, thanks to the new Worst Airline Evar, United, I knew I'd see a mess, but I was still a little surprised. She had been alone barely four hours before Laura came over to walk her and then called to let me know what happened.
I blame myself, since I broke her routine by closing the door in the first place. She wasn't trying to be destructive, she's just a dog and didn't know what was going on. That's me reaching for my happy place so I don't start getting all pissy and resentful for having to buy, paint, and hang a new door. And in the end, how can you get upset with this sweetness?
I'm gonna miss my little psycho-killer.
