First of all, it's not good that this is happening, right?
A VINE is growing in my HOUSE. I mean, hi. Welcome, Nature.
I went outside and pulled all the vines I could, even though some of them have scary scary spiderwebs on them and YES, I homelessed a spider or two, okay? I have a VINE growing in my HOUSE.
This corner, here, is not only where I make all my extra cash (BAH!), it is also where the end of the house USED to be met by the added-on room they made, where the angry chair resides. (In case you are just tuning in, I didn't ALWAYS have agreeable kittens, you know. I used to have a quite disagreeable cat named Francis. He was not cheerful. He sat on a pink chair. He was not to be effed with. The end.)
So yeah. June. At two with nature.
In other big news, yesterday was my one-year anniversary of getting Edsel.
Oh. Right. Because he was a total muffinhead. LOOK at him! His earses didn't stand at attention yet.
Anyway, in honor of this auspicious day, I went around and documented for you everything I could find that Edsel has chewed.
edSul prowd. even chew callar off.
Exhibit A. My silver flipflop. Which by the way I liked. I enjoy the Edsel fur he left behind. His little calling card.
The pillow I ALSO got a year ago October 2, as I was intelligent enough to purchase a new couch and get a new puppy on the same day. That's me. Allllways thinking.
My Royal Wedding bookmark that my Aunt Mary just sent me from London. And yes, that coffee table DOES look filthy when it's all blown up like this.
My fancy black wedge heels for work. Nothing says "Take me seriously" like some teeth marks on your pointy part.
He has not only chewed the dog bed, but also Roger. I kind of got a two-for-one deal on this shot.
Once I removed this cover in order to really try to get the fur off it? The Edsel fur? And while I was concentrating on that? Edsel ate the foam of the couch. So now it is misshapen.
And in the category of things-I-wish-I-hadn't-seen-him-chew, he munched the litterbox scoop.
But you know what? I love this ridiculous dog. You know, sometimes more than others. But he is a sweetheart. A sweetheart with too many teefs. And an inexplicable interest in cat bits.
Happy anniversary, Edsel. I got you a chew toy. It's called the house.
(And don't worry. Ima tell you about my zoo sign tomorrow!)