Little Skippie was a terror the first 3 years of her life. She would tear/chew anything and everything up. Her middle and older years have been great as far as chewing things up is concerned. But just when I think she's too old to bother anymore and I get lax about leaving things out, she surprises me. We came home from an errand tonite to find a torn-up (and licked clean) frozen dinner box in our bedroom. I give her "the look" and she sulks away knowing she has been a rotten girl. Then she lays down in the background looking on pathetically...as IF i would beat her! :D My floor rug also looks disgustingly dirty...I am hoping it is just the photo treatment!
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