Hearts are heavy, in our school district. Please pray for us.
So, I think it’s time to tell stories on Millie because she is officially one year old and she deserves to be tattled on.
When Millie came to live with me in April of last year, she chewed and bit me (playfully but painfully) and ate EVERYTHING in sight. She's much better now, even though we've had a few recent incidents lately:
- One black leather shoe might have the back chewed down. And,
- The wool blanket, under the quilt on my bed, now has a large hole on one corner.
Who needs moths when you have Millie?
Imagine a quarter size hole.
Another little problem we had was with a puzzle that I received for Christmas. I usually put one together every year. Here it is. Pretty huh? I enjoyed it until I got to the end...
I said...okay, I yelled, "Stop, Millie!" And she did. She is obedient in that area. She will stop walking when I tell her to stop. Immediately, I fall to the floor to search for the pieces, and thought I had picked them all up. Then Millie ran to one and popped it in her mouth. I rescued it from her mouth and gave the floor one more once-over.
A few minutes later, I'm working on the puzzle again when I realize Millie is not in the room. If she's quiet, then I know to search for her because she is NOT trustworthy. That's when I find her sitting on my bedroom floor, munching on something. When she sees me, she eats faster because our normal routine is that when I reach her, I say open your mouth. If she has nothing in her mouth, she'll open her mouth for me to look inside, but if she's still chomping, then I have to pry her jaws open. That day when I entered the room, she gulps when she sees me. Whatever she had in her mouth was now in her stomach.
Now you might say that I'm am accusing her without evidence. I say, YOU go look in the backyard. You'll find your evidence.
|Piece missing of the back tire.|
Millie is a mess and I get frustrated with her at times, but then she does this, hides in plain sight in the "toy room" on the zebra stool. "No, Millie, I can't see you."
Or when she's tired of my accusations, she retires with Santa to her bed.
Before you say aww, isn't she adorable, keep this in mind. After this photo was taken, Millie ate the eyes off of Santa and shredded his hat beyond recognition. Now YOU explain that to Mrs. Claus and all the children of the world come next Christmas Eve.
Ooooh, Millie's okay. When I come through the door after work, she's always waiting with flapping tongue extended and tail wagging ready to maul me with love. I'll probably keep her for another year.