Yesterday I came to the office to whine to all of you about my home computer waking up dead. I had already visited Sam’s Club and stocked up on supplies, including toilet paper. I guess, after I put paper in the cabinet in the downstairs bath, I failed to close the cupboard door. (I don’t even want to think Chase can open the cupboards.) When I came home, this is what I found.
Altogether he chewed up eleven of the twelve rolls
. . . and they have a dog door
So the side yard was papered as well and all the little statues were lying down
Oh yeah, there’s some landscape fabric at the top of the photo — it should be under the rock, and there’s a green wire fence not-so-carefully removed from around the once-upon-a-time flowerbed where the children statuary stood. Chase is thirteen months old today and, it appears, wanted me to remember he is still a puppy.