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.”
brooke & darwin says:
hehehhe
Oh Juno! I thought she doesn’t eat the Mr’s shoes only Mrs Dingo.
Phantom, Thunder, Ciara, and Lightning says:
Was the sandal a Dansko? BOL – you crack us up:)
Woos – Phantom, Thunder, Ciara, and Lightning
Mango says:
Well, obviously, that shoe was old news.
Mango Momma
Melinda Wichmann says:
I am LOL because A) Phoenix also has an appetite for flip flops (seriously, how many can one dog destroy?!?!) and B) when we passed the temperament test at nationals last week, the evaluator said Phoenix had a lovely, stable temperament and his reactions/scores reflected a “Been there, done that, got the T-shirt” kind of attitude.
Juno is clearly waiting to be presented with yet ANOTHER flip flop. No since chewing what you’ve already chewed.