the dog ate it.

I so wish I could make some pun and call the guy a dog. 'Cept that's not the case here.

So, I hope we've all had those really nice and comfy parts of a relationship--the first few times you sleep together (and I'm meaning in the literal sharing-a-bed sense). And you cuddle and kiss and all. The warm fuzzies, y'know? I like them.

A few nights ago was the first night I spent at *his* place. The other few had been at mine. And after borrowing a tshirt and some of his pajamas I put my jeans, sweater and bra on the floor. Might I add, it was my new fifty dollar bra that I'd purchased a mere twelve days before, in order to wear it with the sweater I bought the same day, in order to go to a party with him that he'd invited me to at the last minute. I think you can see where this is going...

It's 130 on a schoolnight, and as we're all snuggled in bed, he says, "alright stop (hey), what's that sound, everybody look what's going down." Or, maybe instead of quoting Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young he just said "do you hear that?" I'm not really sure. :)

anyhoo, it was his puppy. and he had dug into my pile o' clothes and grabbed the most expensive thing in there--my bra. I didn't notice it until I got home the next morning, but there, in the side, under my right arm, was a hole. A hole made by a dog tooth.

sigh.

for the record, he offered to buy me a new one, and I think I might agree to go halfsies. but, really? what kind of a single girl does this happen to?

I have never ever bought a bra this expensive ever ever ever before. I've never dated someone who had a dog. And I do both, and guess what?

the doggie gets an expensive and silky snack. it's a good thing he's a supercute doggie. and a very great guy. sigh.

~smartypants