So there I was yesterday with a new, young little spinner. Everthing is going great and its time to get covered and do the deed. I turn around to the nightstand where I had placed a new box of protection. Not to be found! Hmm, maybe I dropped it on the floor? Start looking, not there. Of course, now jr has lost interest in the game.
Where the hell did the condoms go?? I hear a nioise under the bed and look. The dog is under the bed, happly chewing up the box of condoms. All 3 are now full of holes.
Damn dog!!!!!
Kind of a mood kill. So, nothing to do but get dressed. Where is my underwear??? Guess. The dog had dragged them under the bed to chew on. Guess he needed to wash down the taste of the condoms.
Damn Dog!!!!!!