My ridiculous dog has taken her separation anxiety issues and scaled them down to borderline comedy.
- a box of Kleenex
- a jar of birdseed (jar intact. birdseed ... everywhere)
- exactly one rail from the kitchen blinds
Nothing is expensive and nothing is harmful to her, so I guess laughter is the best response? I’m thinking of renaming her Janet, so that it’s funnier when I come home and curse.
In the meantime, please enjoy this rough draft of our Christmas card. I think it’s super cute (although I am admittedly biased).