Santa (well, mom and dad) delivered a rather interesting Christmas present to Chloe this year. Yes, that is a Tarheel- Chloe's new dog toy- in Matt's hand. My Carolina-hating husband has always thought it would be amusing to provide Chloe with the opportunity to rip a Tarheel into shreds. Well, his requests were heard, and our dog was pleased to have a new toy to destroy. Oh, and I must add that Matt felt it necessary to stuff the toy with pepperonis to make the process all the more enjoyable for our already chunky dog. Really, I just think it made Chloe's breath stink all the more...
Day #1
Day #2... note that Chloe looks exhausted and the Tarheel is now shirtless, eyeless, and in an overall sorry state. Mission accomplished. Oh, and the eyes made a surprise reappearance on our bedroom floor at two o'clock this morning. Yuck.
2 comments:
That's my dawg, and my girl! Do you know which is which?!? :-P
Looks to me that the Tarheel wore Chloe out. No shirt, no eyes...but the Tarheel will never die!
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