This is my pillow in it's brand new pillowcase that is now torn apart. Frankie has never torn a pillow in his life yet this week he seems hell bent on destroying the bed. I am certain that he didn't do this on purpose. If he really wanted to attack the pillow he would have torn it much more than this. I think that he really just was scratching around the bed trying to make a comfortable "nest like" bed as he and most dogs do before laying down and his claws (which are in need of a trim, which is my fault) tore it a bit. It was also a very cheap pillowcase, not exactly the best quality, but still.... it wasn't the best way to end the day.
Today wasn't a bad day, but neither was it a great day. The day kind of got away from me. Though, I did manage to get some cleaning done. I've been very tired this week. And still kinda lazy physically. I think it has to do with the fact that this stupid cold still won't go away completely and the stress of job hunting and wedding planning at the same time. so, in an effort to not be too lazy I cleaned today. I scrubbed the bathroom, did about 6 loads of laundry and cleaned my room a bit. I was feeling pretty good about things when Curtis and I left for dinner. So, I wasn't thrilled when I saw my torn pillow. But it wasn't the worst thing either. Oh well. Such is life. Frankie's a wonderful dog, but, like any dog (or child for that matter) there are situations and behaviors I could live without. But in general, I believe that the good far outweighs the bad in having a pet.
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