Glinny ate my sister's silver claddagh ring last night.

And then puked it up this morning.

It came out in two exact pieces, but her insides turned them gold.

Afterwards she wagged her tail, ran outside with her cousin, Bella, and ate a hearty breakfast.

She's trying to kill me slowly. I know it.

Posted by Erin at 12:23 PM | filed under: Glin