i sPokE TOo sOon

i want to kill Jack. we left for the grocery (so i had Joey go put him in my room, bad idea b/c apparently he doesn't know how to SHUT the door), got home and the sweet dog of ours freaking ate the jar of peanut butter(oh yea, it was the natural kind with all the oil on top..) on my NEW duvet cover. AHHHH! its in the wash now, so we shall see if we will keep this lovely dog or not once it comes out. this would be the 2nd jar of PB eaten on my bed since we moved here. Thankfully, the oil and everything came out of the blanket soiled from the first round of dog vs. PBjar. stupid dog. im glad i wrote the ode yesterday. i wrote it merely b/c there have been sooo many times where i've just about let Jack out the door to survive on his own, that i knew there'd be another and i wanted some way to remind myself at that time that i loved him, however distant that feeling was at the moment. i don't know if its worked or not, depends on what the oil spot looks like when its done washing. then, and only then will i know whether to ditch the dog or just chalk it up to being dumb, again...