Upon discovering just such an incident had occurred, the following conversation took place at our house:
Me (to the dog): Girlfriend, why can't you be good all the time?
Ella (to me): Well, no one's perfect.
Me: WHAT?! I'm perfect.
Ella: No. You're great, just not perfect.
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| Don't let the amazing cuteness fool you. She'll chew up your toys. |

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