Our friend April was certain that we needed to keep the name Lucy when we adopted our dog, solely for the fact that we, much like Ricky Ricardo, could often say, "Luucyyy, you have some explaining to dooo..."
So when I got home from work and Lucy had escaped from the kitchen and I saw this:
it was the first thing that came to my mind. Proof that she is a great dog, Lucy didn't get into anything she wasn't supposed to (even our wedding album--eeks!). But she absolutely obliterated her little baseball man, including chewing to shreds the little plastic squeaker from its inside.
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