Since the first anniversary, things have started to change! I shut the dogs in my office when I go out. Now if I don't hide my garbage can, I come home to trash all over the floor. Once I foolishly left my box of tissues in the floor, and returned to a Kleenex-littered office. Another time somebody got into my recycle bin and spread paper everywhere.
For the most part, I have smartened up and no longer leave anything tempting within the dogs' reach. But on Thursday, I forgot about my Modern Dog magazine, lying on the floor next to my desk. When Gordon let the dogs out of the room, Tristan was proudly carrying THIS in his mouth:
And it still smelled tempting the next day when it was OFF the floor:
Yesterday, he sauntered into my office and gave me this:
I store extra toilet paper rolls in a basket on the floor of the downstairs bathroom. I have now relocated that, since the dogs are obviously obsessed with shredding/tasting/chewing paper products! :)
I am still trying to decide whether or not this particular roll is salvageable...
"I am innocent until proven guilty! Where's my lawyer!!??"