T. P'ed by my DOG!!!

As some of you may know, I have a "puppy." He is still technically a puppy, although he weighs all of 70 lbs. He is a black lab / husky mix and full of energy- which is typically channelled in the area of destruction.

As you may also know, I work second shift as a nurse- so I start work at 2:00 in the afternoon and I come home about 11:30 ish. My dog thinks that about 6:00 am is a good time to get up. My tired body is not yet ready to get out of bed. But, being the good pet parent that I am, I get up, feed him and take him out to do his business.

Now, here is the crucial part. We go back upstairs and I find something to occupy him for a few hours while I finish my night's sleep. Usually, this means propping the window open so he can listen to all the cars go by and see the birds.

This is our ritual. The other day, things went according to plan and I went back to sleep about 6:10. My dog was particularly quiet, for which I was quite thankful. I woke up about 9:00 and walked into my living room.

In one shocking moment, I realized what my dog had been quietly busy about. In front of me was 12 rolls of toilet paper torn to shreds covering my floor, couch, and coffee table. To top it all off, there was little white pieces floating in the air where my "cute" "puppy" had been bating them around. It looked as though someone had had a huge feather pillow fight. In the middle of this mess was my dog looking at me as if to say, "I have no idea how that could have happened."

I should have beat his butt to the moon. But, I didn't- I just laughed. I chalked it up to one of those moments where you wonder why on earth you got a dog, but you love him anyway.