Alright. Fine. I can be accepting of a flawed dog. But this?Feel free to over dose on chocolate and fill your giant barrel shaped tummy with spelt bread. Heck, you can have ALL the coffee you want because I GOT YOUR BACK. You can even continue your quest to drain my bank account (because, really, you about have with your constant need for the stomach pump.) I also commit right here and now to devote ten minutes clearing everything edible off of my kitchen counters each and every time I leave the house. And I pledge to you that I can tolerate the fear that percolates in my gut while you are alone in OUR house. But this?
This is far beyond what I am willing to stand. You dare to ever put your black shaggy paw on my beloved, my lifeline, the single most important thing I own....my DEHYDRATOR again....and it will be on.
It. Will. Be. On.
And be advised...that little ugly black box has gifted me with some amazing mushrooms, and crispy lettuces over the last few weeks, and that has really pulled me through some dark and hungry moments. So when I came home and saw the lid of my PRECIOUS dehydrator on the living room floor, I knew that choosing between the two of you would not be a Sophie's' Choice moment for me...not at all.
Not. At. All.
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