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.
ha! These made me laugh. When Gus was little he destroyed EVERYTHING. He kept doing it until past five years old. Every once in a while now at age 12 he destroys things for old time’s sake.
FIVE YEARS!??!?! omg…