Maddie was always one to make her feelings known. She went through a phase a few years ago eating toilet paper off the roll whenever we left the house. It took us a while to internalize the countermeasure of always leaving the bathroom door closed when we left. Sometimes she’d leave a trail 10 or 15 feet long into the living room. Other times she’d just take a bite out of the roll like it was an apple.
One time my husband caught her in the act with a roll she’d sneaked out of the supply closet. You don’t take things out of Maddie’s mouth, if you value your fingers, so he knew he couldn’t get it away from her unless she broke her grip. He carried her into the kitchen under his arm like he was pointing some sort of weird weapon, a furry personal hygiene bazooka.
Maddie kept a straight face, never unclenched her jaws as we tugged on the roll, tried to distract her with other treats, and eventually took several photos.
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