Last week, I posted a photo of yet another book mastication on Facebook. Hours later, I went downstairs and found one of Mr. Wild Dingo's brand new leather flip flops, torn apart. So he threw it away when he got home. We went out to dinner that night and came home to find that his trash can, which we normally would either empty or place up high, was still on the floor, upright and untouched. The torn flip flop was still inside, undisturbed. Surprised, we asked Juno why she neglected to raid the trash can and eat the flip flop.
"Déjà Shu. Been there, done that, got the tee shirt."
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