Murphy’s path of destruction, a photo post

Ollie spoiled us. He was a very, VERY good puppy. He was just good, with very little training necessary. He wasn’t destructive. He was a good sleeper. He was happy to just listen to us and play with his toys.

And then came Murphy.

This little numbnut, WHOM I ADORE, cannot be left alone for more than 15 minutes without finding something that we have been too lazy to put away. Behold, a photo collection of his destruction…

A Lowes Lawn & Garden clipping bag. He beat the crap out of it.

Random trash.

This was a Longaberger basket from the late 90s. Sigh.

Mom’s checkbook cover.

RIP, Surface charger cable.

He opened up a package of Quest bars. Luckily I found him before he got into the box. The literal box of dog food remained untouched.

A roll of paper towel that we left on a lower shelf.

Have I mentioned that he’s a jumper and a climber, too? Yuuuuuuuuuuup. That’s how we went from this:

Classy gate. April, 2017.

To this:

Maximum security bathroom. September, 2017.

But I wouldn’t change one second of it, because then I wouldn’t have this…

omg that face I die…

Or this..

Brothers and almost best friends.