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Death to the Dog!

There is a family in Lindon that happens to be very good friends with my family. They asked if I could come live at their house for a week while they went on vacation. So I made sure to pack all the essentials (chocolate, ensign, chocolate) in my little orange suitcase and moved in Sunday night. Things had been going great - inspite of the extremely hyper chocolate lab and the severely co-dependent cat that both live there. 'Had been' was definitely the key part of that sentence. I came home late Tuesday night and went to turn in for the night only to find small pieces of foil littering the bedroom floor. I couldn't for the life of me figure out what they were from. Then I saw my orange suitcase...the foil was DEFINITELY coming from there. Uh, so basically the dog had found and EATEN MY CHOCOLATE BAR! And not only that, he had also chewed through most of my Conference Edition of the Ensign! I kept thinking 'I hope you get sick! You just ate the two MOST important things!' Mom said she figures the dog was just trying to get some spirituality any way he could. So what about the chocolate? WHY did he have to eat the chocolate?!

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Jessica said…
Ha ha ha! I wanna hear what you DID to that dog. You do NOT mess w/ Kriss and her chocolate.
March 19, 2009 at 1:24 PM
Stacy Lynn Carroll said…
That's funny, cause my dog ate our ensign just a couple months ago and it was totally random! But I'm sorry about the chocolate. That's rough, man.
March 19, 2009 at 2:23 PM
Must-Ash said…
And that's how you became a chocolate-less heathen.
March 23, 2009 at 11:56 AM
Baby Sister said…
Hahaha!!!! He must have had extreme vengeance against you to do that to you...
March 23, 2009 at 3:47 PM
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