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!!!!!!!