Dear Little Dickens

My eleven year old cocker spaniel just chewed a holiday wreath.  I didn't much like the wreath.  Sure it was nice to look at, it was too big for my front door, too big to store.  The latter started the problem in the first place.

Jessy is still a chewer.  She chews everything she finds in the street or lawn.  Cigarette butts, straws, paper is her specialty.  I have thought of muzzling her.  I may now.  But back to the story at hand.  I was in the other room sewing and hard a strange noise coming from my bedroom.  You see my bedroom closet has become the catch all place.  It is the only closet large enough to store my King Tut treasures.  For the great pyramid, you know.

This a.m. I put the wreath on the floor.  At first I thought it might be an issue for Jessy.  Jessy is like a child.  Then I thought she probably will leave it alone.  I called her and she did not come.  I ran into the living room, saw a few pieces from the wreath, into the bedroom, saw more berries, and into the hall where she did the deed.  The wreath was upside down and nearly stripped bare.

So now I am on a dog watch.  She just drank water, has nothing in the room lest she barf on her bed.  We will wait out the remnants.

I didn't want the wreath anyway.  I do want Jessy.  Dear little dickens that she is.