"Sullivan has now moved from sunglasses to my eye glasses -
he ate the pieces off the end of BOTH ear parts
and destroyed the lenses...
I might kill and bury before you return."
No signature. No "Honey, I love you, hope you're having a great day at work." Not even a "Hi!"
Sullivan is majorly in the doghouse.
Did I mention that Sullivan has already eaten not one, but TWO pairs of Oakley sunglasses? First, he gnawed through my husband's pair. Feeling very generous at the time, I then gave Hubs my pair (yes, we had matching pairs and yes, mine were men's). Three weeks later, Sullivan managed to sniff out that pair and turn them into a mangled mess of plastic. And now? Hubs' eyegalsses? Shameless.
Maybe next time somebody (::cough, cough, Hubs::) will remember
NOT to leave said pieces of eyewear sitting on the kitchen table.