"I Freddie Spaghetti have a confession to make."
"I am a closet toilet paper eater."
"Okay, and kleenex."
"There, I've said it."
"Whew! Does that feel better!"
"I know I'm two now and I shouldn't be doing these things anymore. Lord knows I have tried to stop."
"And I did........for awhile."
"Momma even put the toilet paper back on the roll."
"I can't help myself sometimes though. I just get these urges to feel that soft tissue shredding between my teeth and melting on my tongue. Oh, I know Momma's gonna be mad at me, but I just don't care at the time."
"I spit out that big wet wad and lay on the couch in a sort of tissue induced euphoria."
"Momma even thought she could hide the kleenex box in her nightstand. Pfft! Like that's gonna work!"
"I think Momma is just going to have to learn to live with my rebel ways."
"After all, we can't all be perfect like you know who!!
"I don't touch any tissue paper Momma!"
They say it takes 30 days to make or break a habit. Freddie Spaghetti hadn't touched any toilet paper or tissues since February. Then this weekend he caved. So I guess that rule doesn't apply to dogs!