Molly has turned over a new leaf for the New Year. She has also turned over almost everything in my room. The other night, I heard a rustling in my room, raised my head, and saw her with her nose inside a magazine on the floor next to my bed. I raised up, made eye contact with her and sternly said, "not yours." I then flung my medicated self back to bed and went soundly to sleep.
I woke up to 5 destroyed magazines, several destroyed pieces of mail, shredded underwear, shredded pajamas, shredded workpants and a very tired puppy.
Know what wasn't touched? The one magazine that I told her wasn't hers.
We will be fine.