Here are just a few of the supposedly dog-proof toys the two have managed to shred. This shredding usually occurs during their games of tug-of-war.
|Legless chicken, shredded football, brainless beaver and cremated ball|
This is what I discovered one day last week when I walked into the living room. Busted.
Our response to this wanton destruction is perhaps a bit lenient. New toys quickly replace the ones they ruin. And when they ripped apart their doggy bed we responded by going out and buying them a much bigger and better one.
Even my yard isn't safe. While I was planting seeds in my garden Fergus and Jenny were in their outdoor doggy pen, a place where they supposedly couldn't get into trouble. Several toys were in the pen with them, but why would they spend their time in the great outdoors ruining their toys when there was a perfectly good lawn to dig up?
This last bit of mischief is my favourite. I have Post-it notes all over the place. I couldn't survive without them. When Fergus gets quiet I get suspicious. I get even more suspicious if he disappears under the dining room table, as that is where he "hides" if he has something he knows he isn't supposed to have. And yes, dogs do know when they are into something they shouldn't be! I went to check on him and saw he had one of my Post-its in his mouth. It took a bit of wrestling to get it away from him.
I swear this next bit is true. When I unfolded the crumpled note this is what it said.
It really is hard to stay upset with him for more than a few seconds.