Well, well, well. The naughty pup crusader has struck again. I swear dogs think that you are never coming back, even if you leave for a quick 20-minute errand.I suppose it's good to be missed that much, though.
She ate one of my purse compacts... powder and all. I found little bits of it on the floor, but the rest is in her tummy of steel. Luckily a) she hasn't vomited and b) it was a cheap Revlon one that I didn't really care for.
But I can never stay mad at her face.