Wrong! While unpacking groceries yesterday, I realized that Zoey was being very quiet. That is a sure-tell sign that she is up to something destructive. I forgot that there were still a few grocereies in a bag in the living room. She had chewed through the plastic bag to get to bread. I didn't know she liked bread. I was relieved it was the good Trader Joe's wheat bread and not the hardly-anything-to-it potato bread Kevin eats.
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We have a few mice ourselves!
I hate that moment when you're enjoying the silence only to realize there's trouble brewing somewhere!
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