I love our dog, I really do, but sometimes he does stuff like this:
Look at him sitting there all innocent and smug looking. Yup…one of my favorite things in our house, my beloved orange lamp from Pottery Barn, is officially dead. Time of death 2:51 pm. And I cried. Like, CRIED cried and then I realized it was just a lamp and I would be okay-ish. Emphasis on “ish”. Colby thought a real person died when he found me balling my eyes out. You see (caution…I’m about to get all sentimental on you), it wasn’t just a lamp, it was a symbol of grownup-ed-ness. Those lamps were the first big girl apartment purchase I ever made. They were pseudo pricey (still on sale but at Pottery Barn), a big step up from my usual cheap plastic-ie purchases at the time, and I dreamt of having them forever. Sad face.
But let’s get back to the scene of the crime and see if we can crack this case wide open. You see…we have this dog…his name is Goose…and he is OBSESSED with squirrels and neighborhood children. He reminds us of the dog from the movie Up (you can check the movie clip out here). Needless to say, a squirrel came running up the driveway, which usually triggers either a high squirrel alert (slight whining at the window) or a full-on, stage 10 squirrel freak out. Let’s just say, the later happened and BOOM! Down went the lamp.
Here’s a little reenactment drawing that I put together for the crime scene investigators shortly after the great lamp crash. I wanted to be sure to get every detail down.
Foolish Goose and his awkwardly large puppy paws! And foolish Angie for spending the money her parents gave her for drawing lessons on candy instead. Those drawing skills would have come in handy for future lamp murders. Oh…and that’s Goose’s tongue hanging out of his head. He always has his tongue out when he’s going crazy!
Anyway, I couldn’t handle getting rid of the dead lamp altogether. I just couldn’t bear the thought of giving it a burial by garbage truck. So we scrapped it for parts. Colby stripped it of it’s electrical components and I kept the lamp shade. Our hoarder tendencies couldn’t bear to get rid of such treasures! We may end up making another lamp down the road, like maybe a wine bottle lamp?! But we’ll see. At least we have the parts to make it with now!
Pssst…Goose has 100% been forgiven for his lamp mishap. In fact, I take partial blame for putting the precious lamp so close to “Goose’s” chair and “Goose’s” window! Ha! Spoiled dog child!