Last Time, It Was a Dog

A few years ago I had a crazy dog, a puggle named Layla. She was a cutie, but she was out of control. She almost failed out of dog obedience school. I honestly think the only reason she got her certificate was because the trainer felt sorry for me. One of her favorite activities was destroying my stuff by chewing them to shreds- her bed (she went through 3 of them), my all-time favorite dressy sandals, and books.

Apparently my daughter has something in common with that wild dog. While she was napping on the bed this afternoon, I read a little more Twilight. I didn't think twice about leaving the book on the bed when I left the room. But maybe I should have because when I went in to check on her, this is what I found:




Sweet baby, books are for reading, not eating!


Grace and Grandma hanging out at a baby shower this afternoon.