The Moleskin has seen better days. Ones of sitting in the park, traveling cross country, storing ingenious ideas and personal thoughts, and BLAM!! being chewed by a snorting, farting, french bulldog. It’s just a battle wound, the moleskin still has days to come, it’s not going down that easy.
The little white devil chewed my fake D&G bag to get to chapstick and lipgloss in the inside pocket. Fortunately he didn’t destroy the bag enough to make this list but my business card holder, that my boss just gave me from a London art museum, received the short end of the stick.
Here’s another senseless attack on Vans shoes. I think the frenchie is racist. He doesn’t like Vans. I’ve tried to teach him that he can’t judge a shoe by it’s brand but he obviously has some vendetta against them, or maybe it’s just his flavor of taste and Vans puts something in their shoes to make dogs want to chew them so you’ll have to buy more to replace them! Ah Ha! It’s the vans conspiracy…….
The night terror struck again. He got the left shoe this time. For such little teeth he can really destroy some shit.
I woke up and headed out to the living room where I found my lacrosse stick battered and beaten. He ate the leather basket out of the stick.
Found my blue tooth chewed but still in working condition.
No F@ck’n way! I come from a fun night of drinkin to this. A cornstarch party in my bed! Too bad I missed the invitation. I caught him right in the act. Not red handed but white faced. Cashew’s interpretation of Tony Montana.
As I was getting ready for work, I grabbed my socks and a pair of shoes. I stuck my foot into the left shoe, I felt something in there, which kind of freaked me out at first. Then saw that it was a Carebear. Poor harmless Carebear! Lost as eye and a limb to the furry demon.
I arrived home to find that my beloved furry creature had destroyed my favorite D&G bag! I was so pissed! I’m still hurting over this one too. I threw the bag away but this is an airborne bottle that was in the wrecked bag. He managed to bring this up onto the bed and chew the tablets which then turned into a paste on the sheets. Aarrgg!
I awoke to find that the demon had chewed the shit out of my favorite Vans Hi tops. I’m still hurting from this one.
