... to find Pingu's special "treats" bag (dried fishies, she LOVES 'em) in the middle of the lounge room floor (carried from the laundry) FULL OF TOOTH HOLES.
She didn't manage to chew a big enough hole in the bag, which is just as well, otherwise I'd have come home to possets of dried-fish vomit.
Friday, November 7
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Yum.
My Missy is getting older and increasingly prone to a delicate stomach. I feel ya.
What a close call!
indeedy!
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