Monday . December 9 . 2002 . 9:50pm |
canicide I killed our dog. No, actually, that's just a picture of her sleeping, but I was ready to kill her last night, when she was whining and barking from 11:00pm straight through to 3:00am, at which point I finally caved and let her out of her crate. Even then, I couldn't go back to sleep, though, because I was keeping one ear open for sounds of things getting knocked over in the living room, or electrical cords being gnawed on. The dangers of a free-range puppy. But she's like a little shaved-belly angel when she's sleeping. xo Michelle |
