Dog sitting
My father in law calls, asks how his dog is doing. My wife answers the phone and says "come get your dog". When asked why, she complains of the pee, poo, chewing shoes, etc. He says he's got dinner waiting for him and he'll be by sometime tomorrow. Blah blah blah. So not much more than a minute later, I check on the laundry (he's being penned in the laundry hallway) and I see chew marks on the corner of the wall, and baseboard.
Add that to the growing list of stuff he's chewed.
Yesterday my wife went to use her (ahem) breast milk pump, and it wouldn't work. So I investigate, find the power cord chewed through. Okay, now this is serious. If my baby don't eat, the dog learns to fly. Fortunately for him I was able to sort it out with a couple of butt connectors.
Today I caught him trying to chew on my laptop cable.
Only 17 more hours...




