David has been out of work for almost a year now, so rarely has there been a day the puppies have been home alone all day long. Yesterday was one of those days, and I had to run home to get something I had left. When I opened the door, this is what I saw:
Caught red-handed. Puppies are like little kids, they’ll get into anything when they are bored. Looks like they were having a big party!
Of course no one wanted to take the blame. I’m sure it was a mutual destruction. I began to clean up the mess, and realized what they had destroyed:
David can honestly say, “the dog ate my resume.” David was out of the house for a little while this morning, and the little monsters (said lovingly of course!) were home alone once more. Again, I stopped by, and this is what I found:
I loved these sandals. I put the surviving sandal beside the devoured one so you could get the whole picture. The scary thing is, I conscienciously put my sandals up, on top of a chest, to stay out of their little paws and jaws.
Puppies will eat anything, and everything. Even resumes. And your favorite shoes.