Oh, Sweet Precious Malomar... What have you done now?
Sweet Precious must be reading my mind about wanting to get LASIK eye surgery. He decided to help give me another reason contacts are no fun... he can eat them.
No, those aren't real clouds that Sweet Precious is floating on. It's actually the contents of his bed.
So in my excitement for the Royal Wedding tomorrow I slaved away on two batches of Funfetti cupcakes for my co-workers. Apparently Sweet Precious thinks he is the future King of England and helped himself to 5 cupcakes. I'm still not talking to him.
While home alone in the kitchen one day, Sweet Precious decided he did not like my new floor mat. No sir, he did not like it one bit.
In a matter of seconds this morning, Sweet Precious shredded my Photography class syllabus.
On my first attempt at leaving him out of his crate last weekend while I ran errands, Sweet Precious destroyed my ID cards for work.
While he was confined to the kitchen, Sweet Precious jumped the gate and decided to reorganize my bookshelf. On to the floor.
Sweet Precious shredded three magazines and a book when he was a puppy.