You people. Thank goodness I don't live in my old place (actually, not - but never mind), where the guy who sold birdies and bunnies was just downstairs. You don't know how tempted I was to get a bunneh or two. But we have wires, wires everywhere. Everywhere wires. Bunny chew. And I wouldn't want to keep 'em always in a cage.
My doggy doesn't chew wires, thank goodness, or much of anything else, except my crocs, my slippers, and the occasional paperback. Well, just one, really: "Smilla's Sense of Snow." Now it's "Illa's Sen of Ow".
When the weather isn't blistering, I often walk miles and miles, and the Crocs don't leave my feet aching like crazy. In fact, I wanted to get some Croc sandals this summer, but then thought, "eh, they're expensive, I hardly even walk much when it's hot, mebbe not."
Well, I wish I would have... or wish I had been wearing my regular Crocs instead of my froufrou sandals - I would have saved myself a lot of down-time, pain, and a couple of nice scars plus a ripped-out toenail. It was Not A Good Summer in that way. Moar Crocs!