It almost feels like sometimes I forget that Charlie is a dog. I think that I can leave something on the ground and she won't destroy it. Or I think that she won't dig through the trash or pick up my socks.
Then it smacks me right in the face.
I had planned on having pancakes this morning. Then while I was doing the dishes I dropped the spatula on the floor and didn't pick it up right away. Halfway through the pile I realized Charlie wasn't hovering at my feet. I went to check on her and found her in the living room chewing on my one and only spatula. No pancakes for me.
While I was enjoying my time sleeping in I heard her chewing on something that was making a strange noise. I came out to find her chewing on a pepsi can...I don't know where she got it. I throw all of them in the recycle when I'm done with them. Especially after I came home to find one in pieces on the floor.
This is the thing that Auntie Sharon and Auntie Karen got me that grows grass hair. Nothing sprouting yet, but I'll keep you posted.
Charlie made her first yellow snow this morning. She didn't enjoy it too much though. The snow was covered with ice, but it would break as soon as she stepped on it. She didn't seem pleased with that. Look at those cute little prints.
I somewhat cleaned my car off while Charlie was sniffing around. There is a sheet of ice covering my entire car. I gave up trying to get it off my doors because I was worried about scratching the car. Charlie was enjoying the snow while I did all the hard work.