Grrrr
Just wrote long post with pictures, secret pal stuff, knitting content and personal stuff and accidenlty deleted it. Am taking this as sign from the gods that although I am only 24 and it is pathetic to be this tired at 10:23 on a Friday night, I must read more of this and passing out with my puppy. Must leave you with.
The pig is now dead:
Guess who did it:
I swear, if Oscar were human he'd be either a surgeon or an axe murderer. We brought him this toy 2 weeks ago. Within a day he had removed the squeaker with only a tiny hole in the pig. Slowly, but surely he starting pulling all the white fluff out and scattering around rooms then passing out like an alcoholic after a 3 day bender.
I leave you with that. Good night.