My blankets are fabulous, I said. My blanket never tear, I said. Waaahhhhhh....
Yes, Solo saw fit to once again stomp my dreams to dust (ok, I might be a little dramatic). Twice, in fact. This was his attack:
Encore wears blanket. Solo bites Encore. Blanket loses.
That is Solo's blanket, the trusty 5-year vetran of Carolina winters. Torn asunder by vengeful teeth. I guess Solo did not like the fact that Encore was wearing his clothes. Fortunately, I have exquisite seamstress skills. In fact, I think I should probably quit my job now and become a plastic surgeon.
Stop laughing.
It gets worse. Solo, apparently still seething with rage, also exacted his punishment on Encore's new blanket a day later, so I had tomangle fix that with my peerless needlework. The seam is sealed with my tears of sorrow for the disfigurement of blanket loveliness.
They are generally so peacefull out there. Everyone has been blanketed up with nary a problem. What, did someone start a fiery debate about politics out there? Thanks so much, guys.
Yes, Solo saw fit to once again stomp my dreams to dust (ok, I might be a little dramatic). Twice, in fact. This was his attack:
Encore wears blanket. Solo bites Encore. Blanket loses.
The carnage. |
The repair. |
It gets worse. Solo, apparently still seething with rage, also exacted his punishment on Encore's new blanket a day later, so I had to
They are generally so peacefull out there. Everyone has been blanketed up with nary a problem. What, did someone start a fiery debate about politics out there? Thanks so much, guys.