[WARNING! Those with weak stomachs may not want to view the carnage below.]
Behold: the carcass of an innocent dog bed that never saw it coming.
Julia walked in on this brutal scene, and I don't think she'll ever be the same. I mean, the foam rubber splattered up the walls...stuffing smeared on the drapes...the wicked grin on the dog's face...it's so awful...she's gonna need trauma counseling.
Okay, not really, but now that we have been made aware of the killing machine that we've been harboring, we shall be walking the dog 'til her legs grind clean off every day now, as I fear the sofa may be next.
God bless these damnimals, every one.
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Jessica Mjos, our proto-veterinarian neighbor in Provo and Rolf's high school buddy, used to say that there was a formula: For every plus one dog, there would be a minus one sofa.
ReplyDeleteAlly did in a good half dozen dog beds in her puppy days. They love shaking 'em for the fluffies to come out.
Tula hasn't been a destructive dog really at all, so this kind of inanimate-object-slaughter is pretty new to us. I had a poodle before, and when she destroyed things, the aftermath was still relatively small. Big doggage is fun, but I'm still learning.
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