Bad Dog, No Biscuit



Who would imagine my cute, generally well-behaved 9 month old puppy would be capable of this?

After being banished back to jail for a few weeks for chewing up my sandals (thankfully they were very old) I figured I could spring him for a few hours. Bad idea.When I returned home, Destructo Dog apparently had a little party with whatever he could find chewing up a few books (The Husband’s, not mine), festive wrapping paper and the underside of the box spring. But notice the title of the one book that didn’t get decimated in his little ramapage. Maybe he can read. . .

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