Puppyhood

I once might have looked something like this…

I teethed on everything from Aubusson carpets to eighteenth- century pine.  I once heard from the management that I was worthless yet, in the same breath, they added that I had cost them over four-thousand euros in eighteen months.  I don’t know where all the money went.  The amount in my food dish never multiplied nor did the availability of toys increase. 

I suspect someone was skimming under the table, though I was always alone under there.

Needless to say, I survived puppyhood.

God makes all young creatures appealing so they won’t be immediatley squashed upon chewing the fine leather of a new shoe— non e vero?

Chow.