I now live with my boyfriend, and have taken over as mommy of his boston, Clancy. Clancy made me like little dogs, but I've still held big dogs and little dogs in very separate categories. There's the big dogs -- who slobber gallons, crush ribs, wrestle, etc etc -- and then the little dogs -- who combine the fun of dogs with the portability and manageability of cats.
Well, last night, Clancy did something that is going to force me to redefine my whole category system:
He killed a Kong.
That's right. Killed a Kong.
We were putting together my new computer desk when I turned around and saw Clancy chewing on a little red disk. A moment later I realized that that disc was actually the small end of his Kong!
Even my parents' goldens can't get through a Kong!
I took a picture just to prove that the impossible really happened. Once I get my boyfriend to upload it for me, I'll share.