. the next itme would be to tell me that joans had decided not to return to boulder at all .
if the last thing happened - i f amrty tried to hijack my son - i would have to answer to adrienne . she would be sitting in her heavenly perch witnessing . what was happening down on earth . she wouldn't be pleased . i imagined that she would display her dissatisfaction by cossing over to the celestial dark side . she would track down whomever uo there was in charge of the launching and targeting of meterorites , and she would order one with sharp edges sent my way .
i gave you one thing to do , bubela . one thing - look after my kid . and wht do you do ? after three months , you lose him to my schmuck brother . .oy .
i decided that fifteen minutes of alone time was a lot for a hypomanic puppy . despite thequite , i hafd a nagging concern that the havanese wasn't merely napping someplace she didn't belong -like on my pillow - but that she was up to something nefarious . i walked down the hall to bedroom .
the dog , it turmned out , had not beeen sleeping . she had been quite busy .
shredding . as far as i could tell , she had sliced up much of the june issue of th atlantic . it had been on my side of the bed . while the dog had beeen on lauren's side of the bed , she had been even more industrious . she had completely destroyed the blueprints of the floor palns for jonas's remodeled room in the basement , as well as the grossy covers , front and back , of three design magazines that lauren had been using for inspiration for the transformation .
i have had dogs for most of my life . i had never seen anything that even approximated the quality of the destructive work this tenpund bundle of silky white and black hair had accomplished in less than a quarter hour of determined razoring . she hadn't ripped the papers apart , leaving big chunks here and there somehing emily used to do during her destructive puppy pahse . nor had the puppy taken the magazines or documents in her mouth and shaken them as though she were tryoing to throttle a chipmunk . leaving the paper in crumoled , saliva - drenched clumps .
she had methodically shredded them into small pieces as though she were intent on mimicking the work of a crosscut shredder . the bits that remained , less than a centimeter square , were not strewn about . she'd left them approximately where she'd shredded them . the activity was not about random destruction , it seemed to be about enjoyment of the shredding .
i stood at the foot of the bed in awe of her work .
she wass prond of it too . her tial , curled above her ass like a long mink apostrop[he , was flying to and fro . her little butt dance back and forth in counterpoint .
if the last thing happened - i f amrty tried to hijack my son - i would have to answer to adrienne . she would be sitting in her heavenly perch witnessing . what was happening down on earth . she wouldn't be pleased . i imagined that she would display her dissatisfaction by cossing over to the celestial dark side . she would track down whomever uo there was in charge of the launching and targeting of meterorites , and she would order one with sharp edges sent my way .
i gave you one thing to do , bubela . one thing - look after my kid . and wht do you do ? after three months , you lose him to my schmuck brother . .oy .
i decided that fifteen minutes of alone time was a lot for a hypomanic puppy . despite thequite , i hafd a nagging concern that the havanese wasn't merely napping someplace she didn't belong -like on my pillow - but that she was up to something nefarious . i walked down the hall to bedroom .
the dog , it turmned out , had not beeen sleeping . she had been quite busy .
shredding . as far as i could tell , she had sliced up much of the june issue of th atlantic . it had been on my side of the bed . while the dog had beeen on lauren's side of the bed , she had been even more industrious . she had completely destroyed the blueprints of the floor palns for jonas's remodeled room in the basement , as well as the grossy covers , front and back , of three design magazines that lauren had been using for inspiration for the transformation .
i have had dogs for most of my life . i had never seen anything that even approximated the quality of the destructive work this tenpund bundle of silky white and black hair had accomplished in less than a quarter hour of determined razoring . she hadn't ripped the papers apart , leaving big chunks here and there somehing emily used to do during her destructive puppy pahse . nor had the puppy taken the magazines or documents in her mouth and shaken them as though she were tryoing to throttle a chipmunk . leaving the paper in crumoled , saliva - drenched clumps .
she had methodically shredded them into small pieces as though she were intent on mimicking the work of a crosscut shredder . the bits that remained , less than a centimeter square , were not strewn about . she'd left them approximately where she'd shredded them . the activity was not about random destruction , it seemed to be about enjoyment of the shredding .
i stood at the foot of the bed in awe of her work .
she wass prond of it too . her tial , curled above her ass like a long mink apostrop[he , was flying to and fro . her little butt dance back and forth in counterpoint .
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