Saturday, May 24, 2014
My puppy ate the carpet today. Like, a lot. There's no way we're getting our security deposit back now. I wanted to murder her.
But then, I heard her heaving under the couch. I looked under there just in time to see her upchuck. When I went to clean it up, there were SPLINTERS in it.
So I freaked out, found subs for my work, called my husband (who's overseas right now), sobbing about what a horrible mother I am and what if she isn't going to be okay?
I took her to the ER, and she had the nerve to not act sick. She ran around like a monster, and I was POSITIVE that with every jump and skip, she was shredding her stomach further.
But she didn't. She's FINE. Completely fine. $350 worth of fine.
And I'm glad. I didn't mean it! I didn't really want to murder her. But I do wish she hadn't eaten the carpet.