One of my damn fucking shithead pets has destroyed my Cunning Hat. I don't even know which one it was*. It was hanging on the godsdamned fucking COAT RACK where it should have been fucking well out of fucking reach, and I just found a piece of it on the dog couch, all spitty, and the bulk of it on the cat bed with a bloody great hole in the side.

I'm having to sit very still on my chair not to go and kick anyone. I'M SORRY PETUNIA. I SWEAR I THOUGHT THEY COULDN'T REACH IT. I LOVED THAT FUCKING HAT. It's not even like any of them has a history of tearing my clothes up or anything; this just completely blindsided me.

Just when it's cold enough that I've been actually wearing it too. :/






*Spike.
ext_33729: Full-face head shot of my beautiful, beautiful Tink, who is a fawn Doberman. (Default)

From: [identity profile] slave2tehtink.livejournal.com


*hugs* Dun cry, Lizzums! I will make another hat once I finish the hat I'm on, k? I mean, seriously, I of all people know that Pets Happen and sometimes they Happen to things we really don't want them to Happen to!
ext_15855: (Spike: Shark Attack!)

From: [identity profile] lizblackdog.livejournal.com


*snf* i loved it so. if Shark Boy (I'm pretty certain he was the culprit) had to shred fabric he could have gone for the damn cushions or my quilt or something.

BAWWWWWWWWWWW.

I LOVE YOU.
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