Oh. Come. ON.
Oh....y'all didn't walk in the door like I did....to a clear indication that my dog has separation anxiety.
The following picture, while not my own dogs, is a fair indiation of the mess I came into when we got home from dinner out.
.....only it wasn't toilet paper. Oh, nooooo.....that would be far too easy and inexpensive.
My dog only has expensive tastes.
Ryan cried a little.....at the sight of.......her very chewed up and no longer working.....
I know we paid a pretty penny for that dog, but I'm about to take him out back and poke him with a stick. (that he would most likely grab from me and run away with.)
So....I suppose I know what I'll be shopping for this weekend. Tsk.... damned dog. ::Amy glares in the general direction of the blonde furball::
I think I need Cesar Milan to make a house call. Yeah, baby. I MEAN.....strictly for the well being of my dog....you know. Not for my own personal.....I.....ok, I'll be quiet now.