It's your own fault Caydance...

So the dog has been having belly issues again and taking Deb's lead with Cooper, I am not falling for it anymore. I make her wait it out before rushing her to the vet and paying hundreds of dollars to find out what I already know- she has belly issues.
She has been laying around the past few days after another bout of "issues" last week. We think Bendaroos might have been involved in that one.
Last night she was running around and playing like a maniac so I figured we're done for about 2 weeks. For the record, the dog only goes in her crate when we are not home and @ night to sleep (as she is outgrowing her redneck playpen (AKA: an old lawnmower box with the sides taped up), and when she is in trouble, otherwise it is an open door policy- go in if you want to otherwise, feel free to roam the downstairs. This AM I decided to mop the kitchen floor and get it over with, I walked into the living room when I was done to find:

and Caydie:


Fine, you eat the comforter, it goes in the trash. Rules are Rules. If the kids ate their blankets I'd surely trash them too. I'm not discriminating.

As some of you know I took over as Box Tops coordinator for the PTA. This means every month, I go to the school, collect the box tops, bring them home, make sure they are not expired, clipped correctly (box top people are very specific about cutting on those little lines), and each student is given credit for the number they bring in. Sounds pretty easy, right? Yeah sure. Last month I have over 1,500 box tops counted (after I sorted out about 200 expired ones). Why am I telling you this?

Because this morning I started sorting out this months box tops- there are easily over 2,000 this month. I was sitting on the playroom floor as the dog doesn't bother me in there- HA. I thought. (She plopped down right next to me) I realized I forgot my notebook in the kitchen for student names. I got up to get it, gave Caydie a "Stay". At this point I was about 300 into the count, neat little piles of 50. I come back and Caydie is where I left her. Good Girl. HA again. I resume counting and go to add to the pile of 10 I left off on. Where is my pile of 10?! NOOOOOO! I pry open the dogs mouth. Are you freaking kidding me? I was gone for 30 seconds and she ATE A PILE OF BOX TOPS. Seriously. Luckily I can replace the 10 from my own stash of box tops yet to be turned in. But damn dog..is nothing off limits?! In her defense...she did "Stay". They were within her reach- I'll own up to my share of the responsibility.

On another funny....Caydance turns 1 November 1 and I will be...well, a year older on Nov 3. Colin asked if we could have a cake for Caydie. Sure, I said we could put mine and Caydie's names on it so I didn't have to bake the dog her own cake (as if!)Colin then suggests to save room writing on the cake we combine our names and I write "Happy Birthday Commy " on it. Um no. I laughed so hard but then had to explain why "Happy Birthday Commie" was NOT a good idea.

I wonder how many Happy Birthday Commy cards I'll get this year after I post this :)