Don't get me wrong. I love having a dog. Indy is fantastically cute and cuddly and surprisingly well behaved for a 9 month old puppy. A puppy that weighs 72 POUNDS!!!
See how cute!? "Hey!", he says.
In return for the food we give him and the shelter we provide, Indy has decided to repay us by modifying our dining room table. I think he wants it more oval shaped. "I don't see the problem...looks better to me...", he says.
I had hoped he would give up after the one corner. Turns out, no. He's a dedicated little fucker. Takes pride in his work. Sigh.
Who wants to have a dinner party at my house!?!? Better yet...who wants to dogsit????