And on her birthday...

Apparently, my youngest furry child has a deathwish. Granted, it may not be apparent to you or to most people, but she does.

You see, today is her birthday. And apparently if you're a grey miniature schnauzer turning two, the present your give your adopted mother is the gift of wanting to kill you.

Why?

Because, and again - this is only if you were a two year old miniature schnauzer, you would think it's a smart move to chew up, mangle and break into pieces your adopted mother's Bluetooth (hands-free device) that matches her cell phone.



Now the real question is why would you, as the above mentioned dog, want to eat such an expensive and important device? Well, that I don't know. I'd like to know, but won't ever get the opportunity to find out.

Why not? Because I've strangled her and beat her to a bloody pulp.

Okay, I didn't really. I'm not the abusive Michael-Vick-supporting type. But let me tell you, some very bad thoughts went through my mind. Hot tears came flooding and many words were yelled at the mangy beast that destroyed my much-beloved ear piece. (The tears were compounded by the fact today at work was MISERABLE as well, with the third world war breaking loose and all...)

So, on this, the dog's second anniversary of her birth - that dog is dead to me.