Hedda met a dog.
We’re all glad she didn’t meet Sylar as it first appeared, but as you can see there is some damage. We’re very proud of Hedda for keeping a stiff upper lip and a smile on her face through this tough time.
This isn’t the first time my boyfriend’s dog destroyed my belongings, and I should really know better than to leave my stuff out where she can get it. I thought my bag of knitting and Hedda was in a high, safe place. I guess I was wrong.
I’ll have more depth to my posts next week, but today I’m getting ready for a weekend out of town – assuming I survive the day at work.