UGH! I COULD HURT YOU PUPPY!

I wish that was the look of shame on my Scouty's face...but sadly I think it's the flash. ANYWAY...it finally happened. The first pair of shoes have fallen victim to the dog. But why did they have to be my all time favorite-had since high school-wear every where-every season-reefs? I was too sad about it to really even be mad at him. I guess that's what I get for leaving them out. ugh...We've had lots of other mischievous adventures with dog...it's always a surprise when we come home from work. He found the garbage (which is now baby-locked and Marissa locked, I HATE those things...), chewed on the legs of a dining room chair, dug up patches of grass, and MUCH MORE! The day he decides to chew on the piano is the day he goes. I love my dog...but my piano will be around for a lot longer...and it cost a lot more.