More Dog Drama

Maybe he's still angry about this costume??

I think I may need to start a Separate Blog all together called: Today Buddy Ate My.....  Because EVERY day when I come home, somethinggggggg will be destroyed.  Its almost kind of like a game now-a-days - I'm like "hmm.. there MUST be a mess somewhere, where oh where could it be" "Oh hooray, trash hidden in the hallway/vomit in the dining room/chewed shoe under the couch"... Seriously, does that sound like a party or what???? 

Back to the story.  Today when I came home from work, my pill purse...(uh, yes, I have a pill purse so I can carry my daily meds, granny-ish, yes??) So anyway, my purse thingy was on the ground kiiiind of chewed up and my birth control pills and blood pressure medication (granny-ish, yes??), were M I A !  After searching high and low I ended up finding them -- unopened, so we're all good. 

Oh, and just in case you're wondering (cough, cough, JILL!) why I don't crate him - its because he is a Vizsla, and he has a lot of energy and it would be cruel to crate him. Plus he gets crated for 5 hours every a.m. and I think thats enough.  That's probably why he tears stuff up to begin with, he's all pissy about being locked up!!  Anyways....until next time. (yes, like, tomorrow.)