Why oh why, out of all the presents underneath our tree, did the puppy decide to destroy the Tiffany's box?? The perfect blue box, tied so perfectly with the white ribbon. Mutilated and strewn all over the front room and no evidence of it's contents.
I was gone maybe an hour and this is what I found when I returned. I scoured the house, every room, under the tree, under the sofa, under chairs and tables, and beds and even under rugs. I didn't even know what I was looking for, but I assumed the box had not been empty.
After an hour of finding nothing and contemplating a doggy gut x-ray (preceding surgery of course), I finally had to call my friend to ask what exactly I should be looking for. You see, her amazing parents had sent me a gift for Christmas and I was so excited when the beautiful blue box arrived, I very proudly placed it under the tree, content to wait until Christmas morning to open it.
"A bracelet," my bff explained. A big beefy toggle bracelet with the famous Tiffany's "return to" heart. "OK," I thought. There's NO WAY this tiny dog could've eaten that big 'ole thing.
I kept searching. Everywhere.
The third time I searched under the tree, I decided to just move the damn thing and whadaya know...there it was. I guess the third time really was a charm--a Tiffany's charm.
My best guess is that when she shook the box, like doggies do, the force propelled the contents far beneath the tree's substantial tree skirt of at least six yards of tulle and silk. There had to have been some serious speed on that bracelet.
In any event, I discovered and recovered my brand spanking new pretty thing and no family pets were harmed in the search. More specifically too there was no poop watch, no incisions and no screaming or confused children.
...and a good time was had by all.
