Our previous dog, Miser Dog, ate bike gloves (not the cheap ones, but my husband's expensive $50 gloves, but only the right hand. Always the right hand. My husband was left . . . so to speak . . . with a bunch of "on the other hand" gloves). Miser Dog also loved destroying my undergarments. Oog.
Prewash chewed up a bunch of things when we first brought her home four year ago . . . the toilet plunger was her most exotic chew toy. But she's morphed into a particularly non-destructive pooch.
Here, for example, was the photo I snapped as I woke up one morning earlier this week. She was contentedly snoozing near my bed, half on her own bed, with my completely un-molested pandemic slippers lying near by.
There are so many things we take for granted in life, and it's good to pause every once in a while to remember to be grateful for those things that seem unremarkable . . . and this morning, I'm remembering to be glad that my dog doesn't eat my homework or my shoes or my underwear. In fact, even the toilet plungers have been spared in recent years.
Life is good.
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