August 15, 2007

Scott's dog

Ferris, that lovable, gentle, obedient soul, is my dog. Montana, that $#@#@!, is Scott's dog. I decided to leave the little bugger out of his crate and unsupervised for half an hour and look what happened. He shoved past the baby gate and ran upstairs. I emerged from the basement to find everything from cotton balls to Q-tips chewed and slobbered on and mangled to bits.







6 comments:

HAR said...

Why do they always go for the bathroom trash? Yuck!

Tami said...

Scott needs to keep an eagle eye on his dog! Looks similar to some photos a friend of mine took when their dog made it snow in their living room. Well, that snow was the stuffing from their couch, which was no longer in the couch, but up against their sliding glass doors...she was livid.

Anonymous said...

You keep your dog in a cage?
You should be handcuffed to your vehicle and beaten by an angry mob.
That's what they do in Parkdale.

martin dulac said...

Clearly, as the last picture shows, the cat did it.

Rob K said...

Are we sure Montana did all this?

I mean, where was Scott when all this was going on..?

GG said...

These sorts of things do seem to creep up on people. Dog training isn't exactly in my expertise.