So I must say that I haven’t been very destructive since my puppy days. I’ve stopped chewing on the furniture; the only type of paper I tear up is wrapping paper; I don’t pull heads, arms, legs, or ears off of my stuffed animals; and I’ve stopped ripping holes in the down comforters. Today however, I’m sorry to say that I’ve regressed.
This uh, used to be my name tag. It used to say my name and address and phone number. It used to be on my collar. But today, as I was sitting in the kitchen, I decided I had enough of it and started breaking it apart. And that is what Amy found when she came home tonight. I guess Amy has to order a new one now. And don’t get a plastic one this time!