Erma the dog with a cast iron stomach ate this week: a glue stick, a Bic pen and half of a long-sleeved shirt. And that’s just what we caught her eating.
On the bright side, I no longer have to wonder where my missing socks have gone, I just wait for them to magically re-materialize in the back yard.
While we are on the subject, Erma and I sat on the couch Monday night whilst waiting on my shirt to reappear, watching the Westminster Dog Show. I thought if she saw some culture she might learn a little herself.