This week B has been mostly eating:
My Chanel make-up brush (for the second bloody time - rescued but somewhat stubbier in the bristles than before); one of my socks (in her defence, this was tidied up into her bed but not actually damaged); the plastic lego container that’s been hanging about in the bathroom for ages; an empty egg box (no idea why, it obviously just looked appetising); several soft toys left lying around by their careless owners and rescued into the dubious safety of B’s bed (not chewed exactly, just..er..kissed a lot) and precious spotty dog that was pinched from its usual position on #2’s bed and given some rather random facial surgery (#2 son now not talking to very sorry greyhound AT ALL).
My friend J in Italy is down a pair of glasses and several pairs of trainers (phew!), but this week’s winner is a lady on the greyhound website who answered my moan by telling me her greyhound has had: ’several weekend ads, half a shoelace from one of my running shoes and last night he chewed the plug out of the socket leaving my living room in total darkness — does he win?’ Er..yes.