A Very Sad Day

A few weeks ago, we had a very hard week, culminating in one very sad event. Daniel and I were watching a movie inth e guest bedroom (aka "grandma's room") just after waking up, and I had let Patches out of her "cubicle" where she sleeps, thinking she'd come chill with us. Well, Daniel closed the door on her so she was stuck in the hallway with free access to Daniel's room. She hasn't chewed anything for a while so I've been less vigilant, but usually we would never let her near that room without supervision, and here is why:


For those who don't recognize that animal, that is my most beloved Pengwy:


I got him in 3rd grade and he was my very best friend for probably 5 years, I became obsessed with penguins (I knew all 18 species latin names at one point, and planned on being a penguinologist for years), and I held on to that penguin (and my obsession) far longer than a "cool" teenager would have. There are few things in our house that had more sentimental value to me than that penguin did. It was hard enough to let D play with him.

I was not on speaking terms with patches for a few days. We love her to pieces, she's a VERY sweet dog (this is "rodeo month" at school so she's had to put up with Daniel sitting on her, "riding" her while shouting "weehaw!", and she hasn't complained once), but this.... this took the cake. We've made sure she once again ALWAYS has a bone at her disposal so she has an OK outlet for her chewing urges.


(PS I cannot believe my mom let me go out of the house with my hair like that! That pic is from my first plane ride, down to Utah to see my brother Chris)