duncan's sweet tooth

It's only fitting that my second post be about the little monster I love so much... Duncaccino. This morning I get a call from Mr. Shanahan at 8:35 am which means only one of two things:

1. I left my straightening iron on.

2. Something happened with the dog.

Sure enough, Duncan took it upon himself to jump up on the dining room table and sniff out one of only two special starfish I purchased as decor for Erin and Bryce's engagement party this weekend. Why were they special? Because they were the LAST starfish at Michaels and you know, the whole party is only themed around them.

Ugh.

So he pulled the starfish out of its carefully wrapped paper packaging and then proceeded to eat two of his legs. (*side note: I find it fishy- pun intended- that Duncan only seems to get into these small fiascos when Mr. Shanahan is "in the shower" and I have left for work. Case in point: When did my shoes get tossed across the room, left to drown in dog drool? When M Shan was in the shower. When did he did scour my purse for vitamins? Shower time.)

Thankfully our dead decor did not poison the Monster with preservatives. It was made of sugar.