-and I'm not allowed pencils!
All weekend I have been fussing because every time I turn around Sasha has a Kleenex in her mouth chewing it. And if you've ever had a dog-chewed Kleenex, you know how wonderful they feel.
I've cleaned out trash cans, rolled toilet paper up as far as it would go (because I wouldn't put it past her to jump up and grab it if she saw it). She STILL kept having this tissue stuff and she just loves it. You know it makes nice confetti, too.
Well, talk about Flat Forehead! Make me president of the club. I happened to realize tonight that I keep a box of Kleenex ON THE FLOOR right beside her bed. She had a constant source of fun and games and I had no idea where she was getting them. Who's the dumb one in this group?
Aren't puppies grand? I'm ready for her to mature and settle down just a bit!