I came home tonight to one of my sweaters all ripped up. It was originally upstairs in the bathroom, inside a bag. Kory and I forgot to block off the upstairs when we left, so some thief snuck into the bathroom and grabbed it out of the bag and took it back downstairs to chew up (probably so she could show it off to the other two hounds.)
So of course we made her wear the sweater for a while. And then we made her dance in the sweater.
Just so you know: Dylan is doing much better, he's getting subcutaneous fluids and meds everyday. My car is also doing much better. Instead of the transmission it was the spark plugs, so I got those changed, and I also get new tires so now I'll just have a panic attack instead of a heart attack when I have to drive home from work in the rain. Oh yes, and I graduated. At least I hope I did, we'll see in a few weeks when my diploma is supposed to come in the mail.
