The Shoog is not holding up to her end of the truce. She has a major shoe addiction that Sour Apple cant help.
UGH! Do you know how hard it is to find cute black and white striped heels that don't look too Tim Burton-ish?
This one really hurt. So much so, that I can't bring myself to throw them away. I think I'm going to try black electrical tape to hide some of the inflictions. I'll let you know if it works.
Another Shoog story...
Last night, while watching Survivor, my youngest noticed the Shoog acting strange. "What Shooger doing?" he asked, and we all quickly turned to see what my 3 year old was talking about. Sure enough, it was strange alright. The Shoog was trying to... umm... lets see... how should I put this- BREASTFEED from my French Mastiff! Now, in the Shoog's defense, my mastiff's umm... lets see... how should I put this...udders... are abnormally large. Seriously! We've had kids come over to visit and wonder where the puppies are. When seeing Hanna (the mastiff) they've asked, "So why does your dog have udders?" I assume that the Shoog must have likewise noticed them and had a flash back to when she was with her mother. Instinct just kicked in. We had a good laugh, separated the two dogs, sprayed Sour Apple on the udders and went back to watching Survivor. Just joking about the Sour Apple, but it's not a bad idea.