Because the man is a saint. And will do almost anything for a Butterfinger heart.
Emma started screaming, which is unusual, so I rushed upstairs to check on her. I glanced at my bedroom door to make sure it was closed, which it was, so I assumed the dogs were in there asleep.
Never in the history of being wrong have I ever been more wrong.
In the seven minutes that I sat upstairs rocking Emma back to sleep, my (bad! bad! bad!) dog Mindy jumped up on the homeschool table and laid waste to my Valentine butterflies. Near as I can tell, she consumed 28 Butterfinger hearts, along with a fairly healthy dose of aluminum foil, hot glue, and construction paper.
28 chocolate hearts. Even I couldn't accomplish that in one sitting.
My brand new carpet. An entire evening's worth of Valentine-ing. 28 chocolate hearts. I'm a little worked up.
Then there's my Buzzard. He has a Big Wig in at work this week. Big Wig lives in Europe and is here for two days, so today and tomorrow are HUGE for the Buzzard. That would be the Buzzard who, instead of getting a decent night's sleep, has been cutting out eyeballs, bending antennae, and doing google searches on lethal chocolate doses in dogs and how to induce vomiting in spaniels. Because that's something you always want to know at 1:00 in the morning.
Never. A. Dull. Moment. Even in the wee hours.....