Shredding the Evidence

Over the holidays my family came down with me to the city one day to take a look at the flood damage (and to do a bit of boxing day shopping too, of course), and when we got back we discovered that the dogs had been up to a bit of mischief…

 

Shadow and Whiskey had destroyed a Christmas stocking to get to a box of 8 rolls of Lifesavers at the toe. Somewhere along the way I guess they got sick of eating them, because the little O’s were stuck all over the living room carpet (and my Dad’s new Roots sweatpants).

And to make matters worse, they had stolen my mother’s beloved Lindt Chocolate Ornament container, eating all of it’s contents before she even got to eat one chocolate. Thankfully they left the wrappers behind so that we could count how many that had devoured….eight.

 

 

Later Whiskey returned to the scene of the crime, probably looking for more Christmas candy.  I don’t know how it is possible that neither of them died from their holiday indulgences, but lets just say that they were pretty wired up on their sugar high.

Lesson Learned: Nothing is too high for a Doberman to reach and too strong for an 11lb mutt to chew through.