PP—-literally.

Every time Milo does something naughty I think OK, it can’t get any worse than this. He ate the rug, not so bad. He ate my pills, pretty bad. He ate the cord to my coffee pot during test week, holy crap not ok! But today might take the cake.

My aunt and cousin are in town and staying with Michael and me so we decided to walk on over to good-old Luby’s for dinner. Luby’s is delicious and if you think otherwise I don’t want to be your friend. Half-way through dinner I got a call from Michael. It went like this:

Michael: WHAT WAS IN THOSE PLASTIC BAGS?!

Me: What plastic bags?

Michael: THESE plastic bags!

Me: I have no idea what you’re talking about I need more descriptors! Where are you?!

Michael: On the first floor, everything is soaking wet!

 

This is where Wandie and I got nervous.

My mom recently had an abnormal renal function test and so today she was supposed to collect all of her urine for further testing. Do you maybe see where this post is going??? We booked it home!

At the entryway…. see those paw-prints??

GUILTY

Wanda was most worried about her urine collection because she didn’t feel like doing it all over again. She didn’t think that he could eat through the heavy plastic, but I wouldn’t put anything past him.

Cute, Milo.

With bated breaths we looked inside the cooler….

HALLELUJAH! PP safe!!!!!

Note that Milo also took advantage of the toilet brush. Milo freaking LOVES toilet brushes.

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