Thought it was a gonner...

Monday night Stella ate my wedding band.
Tonight we got it back. Bad, bad Stella.

I have had the worst cold and came home from school on Monday afternoon and lay down in bed. I took off my jewelry and put it all on my nightstand, which also quickly filled up with tissue. Now, our little Stella's favorite past time is to chew paper and tissue (and really I am thankful that its not our furniture - knock on wood). I got up, I made dinner, I studied - and let Stella out into our heavily wooded yard for about 45 minutes - 5 hours after she had had her dinner. Oddly enough, when I went up to bed I could not find my band. I accused my dog and ever since she has been somewhat 'grounded' - no free runs around the yard, and close monitoring by MLH Don when she has been out over the last few days. I really thought all was lost. Alas, tonight the platinum egg was laid, tissue and all. A very happy ending.