Another one bites the dust

Yesterday Rocco ate a hole in my Mexican blanket. It’s a brightly colored pick serape that I bought in Puerta Vallarta on our honeymoon. I LOVE this blanket. It’s warm and beautiful and sentimental. And now it’s ruined and it’s my fault.


I left it on the couch. I didn’t move it because I was under the weather and tired. When I heard the familiar chewing sound I jumped up but it was too late. He had already started to unravel the serape. My beautiful serape.


Look at Molly looking at the blanket. She can feel my pain.
Well, not really. She is just nosey.


I believe Rocco is trying to remove me from our home, one item at a time, so he can have my husband to himself.
But I am onto him, now.
And it only took me 8 months to figure it out.