Damned Dog

OK, I can’t prove that Bridget is guilty, but I know in my heart she is responsible for ruining my favorite sweater.  Puppy teeth, teething pains, young dog that doesn’t know what to chew and what to leave alone.  This morning as I’m leaving for work, Bob points out the hole in my favorite sweater. It was not there the last time I wore it.  And the only explanation I can discerned for a hole in the sweater is a teething   puppy. Hence the phrase, Damned Dog!!!!!!!


Author: Heres to ART not Cockroaches

Welcome to my life. My life as a mom is changing as the kids grow up, leave home, and build their own lives. This gives me a chance to rebuild myself as an artist, develop a spiritual path, and most fun of all, start going out on dates with my husband. Come here the stories about the small things in life that can make one very happy. Dogs running on a beach, great breakfast dates, kids and their adventures, and my own adventures in this wacky life. I'll share some of my progress in learning art while juggling a full time job as an engineer. And best of all, it's a chance for me to practice writing stories while keeping in touch with my kids. I look forward to hearing from you. Comments, thoughts, and invitations to meet for coffee are all welcomed. Enjoy the stories.

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