Wednesday, December 13, 2006

Rest in Peace Rocky

I never met Rocky, but I hear he was adorable. No, I'm not talking another dead baby. I know that's what you've come to expect here, so I wanted to clear that up first thing. lol. Rocky was apparently a rocking horse Christmas ornament made by Samuel's little hands. Rocky was apparently a TASTY Christmas ornament who met his demise in the mouth of one of the four-legged freaks we call our dogs. These guys have now demonstrated a taste for sourdough clay, Valentine's candy, wood, and a "rubbery substance" (my husband's oh-so-helpful description of Rocky's makeup).

Samuel was so proud of Rocky. He told me about him when I got home Tuesday evening. He wanted to show Rocky to me, but couldn't seem to find him. "I'm sure I put him here on this table." Uh...yeah...are you new here? The dogs are ALWAYS snatching things to eat off that table. That's why we have a "no food on that table" rule.

I found the wire that was used to hang Rocky...lying on the floor next to my recliner and I just knew. Poor Rocky. I feel sad about a Christmas ornament. Of course I do. Sam named him, for God's sake! I never even got to lay eyes on him. Good Christ...anybody sense a running theme in my life here? It's almost comical at this point.

Note to self, do NOT name Christmas ornaments or you will be an emotional mess when they meet their untimely demise.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

My son would be a complete mess (and I would have to pretend not to be) if that'd happened to him.

That really does have so many levels of sadness about it. Blech.

Anonymous said...

awwww....i was a mess when the same thing happened to an ornament i made, and i was 10 years old at the time -- you would think some perspective would have reared it's head by then. That does suck...

Shinny said...

Would this count as the third in the old "bad things come in threes" and now you are done with it?
That is sad, like parting with dinosaurs. ;) I need to get those sent to you by the way.
Should we wish tummy aches on the dog that had Rocky for a snack?

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