When The Zadge returned home from the Top Secret Day Job today, she found a note from her dog walker that he had found “a little mess” by the front door that “they” had made.
Well, if you’ve been reading this blog for even a hot minute, you know what kind of “mess” I was expecting. And none of this “they” stuff – we all know who the likely suspect is.
But instead of the usual excrement mess, I found this:
This used to be a cute little bird’s nest that I bought at a fantastic little store in Denver called Wild Flowers. I had it displayed on a coffee table, along with some sand dollars I found on the beach in California and smooth rocks I collected on the coast of Maine.
Notice that the filling is removed and the bottom of the nest is chewed out. Notice as well, that the three pretty little blue eggs – made from CERAMIC — that were the focal point of the display ARE NOWHERE TO BE FOUND.
Let’s take one good guess where they are?
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You're almost guaranteed to have eggs for Easter.
He looks kind of proud of himself, if you ask me.
(Linlah – you crack me up.)
Somebody is looking for attention!
That is too funny! I feel your pain. Again.
At least it wasn't an outrageously expensive Longeberger basket. Not that my perfect dogs would do that or anything.