Mom owns a beautiful, soft, wool and cashmere blend scarf that is her favorite possession. Mom has taken great care of the scarf. Dad gave it to her for Valentine’s Day some years ago (that could account for its softness, besides the blend of materials) and she really treasures it.
I know all of this because she told me last night after I jumped up and snatched it off the back of the chair and took it to my place on the stairs and chewed a big hole in it before she could stop me.
The scarf is totally ruined. Mom is devastated and angry.
Now I am ashamed of myself. Mom isn’t talking to me.
Dad says he will replace the scarf, but Mom is still upset. I’m in the doghouse big-time.
(tail droops) Love, Maggie