DH found a chewed up spool of monofilament quilting thread on the living room floor this morning. Could Luna be punishing me for blocking her escape? Was this because I stayed in bed later than she liked? (Hey, little girl, I was reading till nearly 1 am after all!) Or was she merely doing what she liked to do when having to occupy herself; chewing plastic?

There are plastic containers all over the house in various states of chewiedness. They are scattered across the yard, in the driveway, along the trail to Yogi's house. I don't mind, she doesn't swallow, just makes a mess. But now I need to make sure she can't get to any more of my thread or any other plastic items I want to keep for myself.

And maybe staying in bed till 10 am is a bit much even on a Sunday when there's a puppy wandering around loose in the house.