Death of the Bean Bag
One day Dad went out and thought I was grown-up enough to be left with the run of the lounge room. What a mistake that was.
I snuggled up on the bean bag and tried to make myself comfy. The more I moved, the more I wore the zip down and lo and behold these white things popped out. What could I do? They were so inviting. I chased them all around the room. The more I jumped on the bag, the more they came out.
I had a wonderful time - UNTIL DAD CAME HOME! - He now reckons I have a new name. It is no longer Kain, it is Destructo Dog!
This is how he found me hiding in the kitchen
Tribute to a dear departed friend, rest in pieces.
Click on images to closely survey the damage, press the back button to return.
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Some other things I have destroyed recently:
 | A gentle nibble on the cordless phone aerial. |
| Half a box of Mum's favourite chocolates (I liked the soft centres). |
| The TV guide and other magazines. |
| Seedlings Mum bought to plant in the garden (they were yummy). |
| Mum's slippers have a few teeth marks in them. |
I have now been confined to the kitchen again until I have grown up some more, or, as Dad says, until I learn how to use my brain.