Poor puppy...

I was barely through the front door when DC's mom looks at me and started saying something to me. All I heard was something about my dog. "Pardon?" She repeated it again, saying that something happened to my dog. I don't have a dog. What the heck is she talking about?? She's never spoken to me in this tone before and both DC and Michelin are both just standing there waiting for her to tell me this news. Her being a parent my first thought was, am I in trouble?? What the heck did I do?? I feel like I did something wrong. Oh no...What's going on?? Think brain think...

Then suddenly a light bulb turned on...Oooh my heat pack that's also a stuffed dog. It's one of those beanie heating packs that can be warmed through in the microwave. I lent it to them to use awhile back. Then for the 5th or 6th time, she repeated herself "I broke your dog" or something to that extent.

We then went inside and she handed me the poor dog. It had a little hole on its side, from slightly getting overheated in the microwave. It must've blown up for that to happen. Apparently Michelin told her to put it in for 1 minute but she somehow thought she said 3 minutes. Don't ask me how that happened. What's funnier is that when my poor dog was getting overcooked, DC thought someone was making popcorn because that's what it smelt like...haha...note to self: burning beanie dog = smell of popcorn...

DC's mom looked soo sad and disappointed, kinda like a kid who knew they were going to be in trouble. I felt bad because it wasn't a big deal at all. Nothing's meant to last, especially stuff like this. Just shows how fast a situation can change. I went from thinking I was in major trouble to being the one in the position to distribute it.