"Hi, my name is Ella. I'm a nine-and-a-half week old Golden Retriever, and I'm a chew-a-holic."
(All together now...) "Hi Ella".
Tonight, let's start at step one: "Admit that you are powerless over your addiction, that your life has become unmanageable".
In spite of the current irrefutable evidence, I have a feeling Ella is not yet ready to admit she has a problem.
I, on the other hand, am fully ready to admit that her addiction is making MY life unmanageable.
To that end, I'll be hosting a Families of Chewers Anonymous meeting next week. Refreshments will be served, but be forewarned that the entire apartment will reek of bitter apple spray. RSVP ASAP.
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