Truffles Is An Adult, Therefore Finally Strong Enough To Ruin Things

Her weak little puppy teeth barely damaged anything. All she ever wanted to do was run away with things, not destroy them. Pssht, puppy so weak! Recently, she ruined a friend's pair of shoes. And not just any shoes, but a pair of Tom's, which is the equivalent of Truffles eating a pair of shoes off the feet of a starving, grubby orphan. Over the weekend, she ate some fancy schmancy leather gloves my husband bought himself in Florence last February. Woops! I suffered the worst, though. She likes to get into the roll of poop bags we keep near the leash and unroll them on the floor. Well, she bit into the corner of one bag, a barely noticeable puncture, and when I tried to use it today, a turd slipped out, bounced off of my knit glove and onto my shoe with an ugly "plop" and splatter.

She's a year old! We celebrated in many ways, not least of which was a tasty batch of my favorite cookies from Annie's Custom (www.anniescustomcookies.com)

The cutest and tastiest dog in town!

No Truffles, you can't have any, that would be cannibalism so I have to eat them all.

Truffles and I have something in common - we both bought health insurance off of an affordable exchange. Veterinary medicine is expensive and most procedures are a la carte, payable at time of service, but I'd kill for those prices on an ultrasound or a blood test for myself. It's so true that women always pay more for everything. Totally sexist. I'm thrilled with the cost of my new plan - $287 less per month than what I was paying to be on my husband's plan. What will I do with all of that money? Probably pay off medical bills. Maybe get a Frosty.

Happy Holidays! Here's the baby Jeebus with his dad, who couldn't be there when he was born because he was busy delivering presents all over the world. Photo and commentary courtesy of my cousin Shannon: