Poor Barbie. What kind of sick creature would do something like that to her hands?
Meet Yogi, our latest mistake. I mean, the newest member of our family.
He's just three months old. So little! So tiny! But not for long. He's a giant schnauzer. That's right: Giant. As in, not miniature or standard. Giant. Yes, it's true. My husband is officially certifiable. He chose the dog. I merely stood by, prepared to I-told-you-so him some time down the road.
And while he may look all cute and innocent in this picture, you should know this: he ate that Barbie's hands.
And that's not all he's eaten. Several other Barbies lost their appendages and had to be disposed of deep in the garbage can when no one was looking. He's eaten Legos, crayons and blocks. He's even eaten my computer cable. Twice. He ate one of my high heels after the girls took it out of my closet. He's chewed up pretty much everything he's found on the floor - except his expensive imported rawhide bones.
But he's made the kids very, very happy. They haven't even had time to notice their missing toys, so busy are they chasing him around.
I'm sure you'll be hearing lots more about Yogi soon. Unless he manages to eat my computer.