Officer, we’ve had reports of a serious crime at the home of Dr V. while she was out on vacation.
Our forensics expert is examining the victim, one wooden toybox.
It’s gruesome. I’ve seen a lot in my years, but this one still unnerved me. How could anyone do this to a poor defenseless box?
Make sure the kiddos aren’t looking over your shoulder.
Dear God! Can someone cover this with a sheet?
We’ve nabbed the perp, a cocky little guy who seems to think we got nothin’ on him. The owner of the house swears he broke in and usurped the place of her sweet puppy Brody, who she insists is much smaller than this beast. Plus this guy has all his adult teeth, and the dog she left only had 2. Something fishy is going on for sure.
When confronted with the overwhelming evidence, the perp gave in.
Book ’em, Danno.
he’s BIG!
Part mastiff, I suspect.
Wow, he just shot up like a beanstalk. He’s moving away from the realm of cute and into the realm of handsome.
Handsomely crazy.
OMG…he is looking all grown up!!! What happened to the little puppy we were gushing over just weeks ago?!?! He’s a big boy – but he’s still a cutie!
I think this big guy ate the cute little one!!
Love it! The only thing our Kiva ever chewed as a puppy was a bit of the legs and edges of a hope chest — enhancing it immensely! I cherish that trace of puppy abandon, those gnaws and toof marks, love to look at it and it will always make me smile!
Yes, I suppose I can look on those marks as love bites. lol At least it wasn’t an antique.
My goodness, he’s grown! Still adorable though. 🙂
Isn’t he huge? It’s nuts.
How could you resist the cuteness of the last photo?! I will NOT be showing this post to my husband – he would use it as proof that we should never get a puppy!
Blame it on the cat. 😉
Wow!! Brody has grown!!! He has retained every bit of that adorableness though 🙂
He and Frankie can spend time in the slammer together, the other day Frankie started eating my bed while I was showering. My “we will splurge on this bed we’ve been drooling over” PB bed.
Oh no. A Pottery Barn bed? That is some serious felony level chewing….
I rule that the perp be released due to overwhelming cuteness!!!
Overruled! lol
First time poster here! This reminded me of my Lily. She’s 7ish & a golden mix. She chewed my shoes, table legs, our back porch post, the wood door trim in our 125 year old Victorian, and even through a plaster wall down to the wood lath when she was that age. Our chow/GSD mix on the other hand only chews his toys!
Welcome Jen! I hope you decide to stick around!
Oh Lily, the trouble they get into. At least her companion was a little better behaved! 😉
I’ve mentioned this before but Brody has absolutely the most beautiful legfluff I have ever seen on a dog. I have three major weaknesses in dogs: butt fluff (you know what I mean? little cowlicks on their hindlegs), a cowlick’d chest like a deer’s, and most of all legfluff. The more the better. If the dog’s leg looks like a straight column all the way to the ground, that is ideal. Same goes for horses, but that’s another story.
Brody has textbook perfect legfluff *pushes glasses up nose* I am pleased to see he is not outgrowing it. It’s like he’s wearing built-in flared jeans. I wish I could study this phenomenon in person.
You know.
For science.
ha ha ha!!! thanks for my chuckle for the day! 🙂
but you’re right, he does sport some mighty fine legfluff.
Ever since you mentioned it I’ve become more cognizant of his fluff. You’re right. It’s totally irresistible!!
I think maybe the dearth of adult teeth beforehand and the lack of baby teeth afterward may be directly related to the chewed up wood! He was all teethy! Poor baby. Poor toybox! My dog used to turn her head sideways and just start chewing on whatever corner of wood/cardboard/whatever she could lay her teeth on when she was teething. Now she saves her chewing for chewnolas and rawhide flips.
Thank goodness now that his adult teeth are in, he is MUCH better. phew.
oh, brody, you can do your prison time in my house! 🙂
Oh man, my little boy Sue did something similar this weekend! Friday night we came home to a half-eaten doghouse and a poor little (huge, gigantor, 70 lb) pitbull puppy who couldn’t stop vomiting. He got to spend the night and his 8 month birthday in the doggy ER. At least all the xrays and blood panels came back alright. When I asked the ER vet for suggestions on what kind of new dog house to get/make him, she suggested cement…
Cement! ROFL! So true though.
bwahhhh!! GUILTY!
I still have the Barbie doll that my OES chewed on when I was a kid. She was in a horrific car accident in the pink Corvette and was disfigured…well that was her story as long as I played with her. I also had the antique coffee table that Blade used for teething. In addition to a piece of the baseboard he went to town on when trying to escape from the laundry room.
Makes me glad my bed is iron and that my kitchen table is chrome. It didn’t stop him from trying though!
You see that look in Brody’s eyes? That’s a lot more mischief to come!!