You guys have met the new pup. (See pics below.)
Let me tell you about her day. She chased the cat, ripped up some toilet paper, ate some cheese flavored mini pringles, and it just repeats with a few notable exceptions.
One: While outside today, I had to whop the sweet little furball upside the head, so as to encourage her to spit out a cat turd.
Two: Several hours later - a few minutes ago in fact - I pulled a nice-looking toothbrush from the very same mouth.
Now, I don't keep my toothbrush in the living room, nor does Priss. So it must be little brother's. Yeah, he's in town, came to visit big sis, was asleep on the sofa when the incident went down.
Not to worry. The toothbrush was back in his bag before he woke. (Just now.)
The real question? You know it. Do I tell?
UPDATE: Okay, okay, I came clean. Let him read the post in fact. To which he laughed, then asked, "You made this up, right?"
Heh, heh. Nope. Evidence in extended entry. And oh yeah, he let her keep it.