Level of Destruction: 4
Time Elapsed: 25 Seconds
Emotional & Psychological Damage: 2
I turned 29, got a dog, and he ate my birthday cards. Actually, in the first week, he ate more than birthday cards, prompting this new blog series "What Finnegan Ate". Birthday cards aren't the worst thing ever, and I managed to catch them before he actually swallowed anything. Also, no harm was done, since I had already opened and read them and removed any money. Ha. But forget saving them, I guess. Brightly coloured envelopes are TOO MUCH temptation!
The downside to this post series is that Finn actually has a super weak stomach and really feels terrible after eating things he shouldn't. Thankfully, most things we catch before he swallows them (We have eyes like hawks!).
It should also be mentioned that we had my family over to celebrate my Uncle Jimmy's birthday (and mine) for which my sister made a gluten free cake (no easy task), and he full on licked the last piece of cake that I was going to have for breakfast. (Oh come on, you know you all love breakfast cake). So really this picture is a double birthday whammy. He got the cards AND the breakfast cake.
On the bright side, so far 29 feels pretty good!