dog niece.

My sister's dog (or my feline niece, depending upon your views of if dogs are indeed family members), is a handful.

She is a wild, goofy, happy yet totally clueless chocolate lab that gets into anything and everything that is around her...even if said anything and everything is put up and away, she somehow garners her magic powers and finds trouble, pretty much on a daily basis.

I have a dog, a small, telltale, This Woman Must Be a High Maintence Woman Dog, you know, one of those yippy purse dogs. In my defense, I still love my dog dearly, though if I would to buy a dog now, it may be a little hardier and a little less dainty.

Anyways, when my dog was little, her main form of trouble was chewing book binding, which I thought was so cute because it was so telling-I read a lot of books. If I wasn't caring for her or playing with her, my head was pretty much in a book, so I thought it was so quaint (and literary!) that my dog nibbled on the one thing that I loved as much as her.

But nothing my dog ever chewed up could be as comparable to Sister's Dog.

Mind you, the dog is almost out of the puppy years, but here is a brief, incomplete (I'm sure) list of what Sister's Dog has ingested so far:

-An entire box of tissues

-Couch pillows

-An entire car-cup-holder sized canister of gum (yes, this could be poisionous to the dog-my sister checked her dog with the vet)

-Jiffy cornmeal mix AND THE BOX. Bet that was fun poop to pick up.

and last, but certainly not least, on Wednesday: margarita salt.
Notably, hot pink margarita salt, which makes me laugh uncontrollably like a 5 year old, the image in my mind is so incredibly silly and dumbfounding.

Just in case your curious:the dog is fine, the dog is healthier, probably, than a horse. And my sister's vet isn't complaining about all the fine trips to the golf course funded by Sister's Dog's incidents.

But, it makes me wonder whether A) my sister knew what she was getting into with this dog, and B) if this dog is really a chocolate colored goat.