My phone is on the last legs of its battery life. This is to be expected seeing as I’ve gone a number of days without charging it. Wouldn’t normally be a problem, except that last night the dog ate my phone charger.

“Ate” is not entirely accurate, more like “shredded beyond recognition.” This seems to be her new gig. She’s shredding toys left and right, and has recently gone after my slippers as well. She can shred them all to kingdom come for all I care, as long as she steers clear of the leather sofa.

Most dog owners get upset when their dog starts to chew on things. Not me. I’m seeing the many upsides to this. I’m lining up a whole stack of items that I’ll smother in beef jerky and then shove in her direction. Bills, my cleaning supplies, Matt’s registration for class next semester… we could live a sweet life of Thoreau-like solitude while Berlin destroys all connection with the outside world.

Which reminds me of my best friend whom I owe a phone call. She as well, as some other wonderful people, were left without power in Columbus, OH this past week. Aside from the rotting refrigerator food, it kinda sounds like paradise.

Sorry, Kiks. I’ll get around to replacing the ole phone charger in a solid 2 months. Til then, just call Matt if ya need me.

This entry was posted on Thursday, September 18th, 2008 at 9:54 pm and is filed under Dog Park, friends. You can subscribe to any responses to this entry through the RSS feed. Don't be shy! Go ahead and leave a response, or trackback from your own site.