Chimmie is in the doghouse. Like the kind of doghouse where he is in trouble, not the Igloo on the back deck or the other Igloo that the baby chipmunks are hopefully still alive in. While Linda was reviewing her routines for Monday's classes, he was quietly chewing on his new PB stuffed femur bone... or so she thought. Without her noticing, he snuck (sneaked? snuckered?) into the bedroom and chewed the heel off her favorite, most comfortable sandals. She wore them to church today and foolishly left them on her bedroom floor when she got home from the gym after her workout. Instead of changing at the gym, she wore her swimsuit home (weird, yes?) and then just peeled off the wet suit and put her robe on. Since she was cold, she just dumped her church clothes on the floor in a hurry to get dry and forgot they were there. I guess it is half her fault, but he has been doing so much better that she got sloppy. RIP favorite sandals.
