The Avocado Fiasco
I have just returned from the grocery store, I put everything away except for 2 lemons and 1 avocado. I start the laundry, I come out and see Violet looking extremely guilty and jumpy. I see she has what looks like a ball in her mouth. I look closer and it looks more like a hand grenade. Well, i know I don't have those lying around, especially now that we have a baby. I realize it is my avocado.
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I tempt her with treats, I chase her, I yell at her, all I really want is for her to go outside with it because each time I come close she puts the avocado down, it leaves a gross green mark, and then she swoops it up faster than I can grab it. At this point I have no idea if avocados stain or not.
I pee my pants in this process, that is what people who have had babies do apparently. Then I dump her entire bag of rawhide strips to tempt her. That would be about 20 rawhide treats. She doesn't give a crap. Somehow I get the avocado from her and Brian walks in from a massage to a very heavy breathing wife. Huh.
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2 comments:
You forgot to mention the 4am wake up by Violet coughing up said avocado...
First of all...I occasionally pee my pants. And perhaps one should stop jumping rope around the age of 30. Second of all...the "word verification" for this comment is "Volita!" Coincidence, I think not!
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