I Could Have Been Angry

I could have been angry. After all, my sister's dogs have destroyed over $300 worth of my stuff over the years. But this time it wasn't just so much "stuff." They got into the garage and ferrreted out a little stuffed penguin to which I'd attached no little sentimental value. It was to be a gift to the other half of an ill-fated romance.

In the end, it was better that the dog have some fun with it rather than having it sit in a shoebox. So I wasn't angry. I just chuckled at the irony of it all.

C'est l'amour.

(Lucky shot. You can just make out Charlie.)