I came home today, after a very long and upsetting day, to find the following:
My dog had "buried" two bloody tampons under the pillows of our bed, after apparently chewing on them in various spots on the bed, leaving a bloody trail.
Unfortunately, that's not even the worst of it.
They were my mom's.
I guess it's a good thing that I wasn't already sleeping well at night. This saves me from the nightmares that would be sure to haunt me.
**Update: I just found the missing bloody pad on my beautiful wingback chair. Life is officially hell.**