Sunday, August 19, 2007

A Close Call

Dad came home from Target with a new pet bed for me yesterday. (Yes, he picked the tackiest one they had, didn't he?) But it was a blast! He set it in my exercise pen and not three minutes later, I had rendered the decorative fraying that was clearly not reinforced into long threads. I couldn't understand why Mom was freaking out and crying about me swallowing it. Dad couldn't either; he's definitely not as safety-conscious as Mom. She explained to us that thousands of pets die every year from swallowing thread; it cuts through intestines. I was just having fun, and it unraveled so easily! Look at the pictures Mom took:

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