And THAT is how my dog died...

If you were anywhere near my house this afternoon (and maybe even if you weren't), you may have heard the following emanating from the walls:

ME (SHRIEKING to the dog):

That BETER.NOT.BE.WHAT.I.THINK.IT.IS.IN.YOUR.MOUTH.

IS THAT ELLA'S UGG BOOT?!?!

NO! NO! BAD DOG!

YOU BETTER HOPE THAT IT'S OK!

I'm pretty sure the conversation went something like this inside Indy the Dog's head (use your best dog imitation voice):

Indy the Dog: Look at my new chew toy! Look at my new chew toy! Look at my new chew toy! Wait, er? What's that?!?!?

Indy the Dog: UH, OOPS. ER...putting this down riiiiiiight over here.

Indy the Dog: LOOK! It's down! I'm a good boy, right? There are only a few slobber marks on it. See? Nothing we can't fix. GOOD BOY? (Please say I'm a good boy!).

Indy the Dog: Averting my eyes, yep I think averting my eyes would be best here! WHAT UGG BOOT?!?!

The UGG boot lives. Sadly, though, the dog is buried in the snow outside. (It's OK, I tunneled a little hole for his nose so he could breath).

He better be glad we got this cute pic of Ella rockin' the UGGs the other day:

DISCLAIMER...No UGG boots, babies, or dogs were harmed before or after the creation of this blog post. OK, Ella might be really mad about that hat when she gets older, but I wouldn't say she was HARMED.