I am doing an on line search for new running shoes for Keith. He goes through them like other men go through socks. And since Lynn eats his socks, I needn't use any literary tool to illustrate how quickly they go.
Here she is, looking way too cute and sleepy for any such thing to be true:
This is the quiet, sunny house that I am so enjoying:
Really, how could such a cutie be so naughty?
Very easily, I'm afraid. She's now starting to eat his underwear as well. We're going to have to put the entire laundry area on lock down.
