I was making myself some iced coffee in the kitchen earlier when I glanced into the living room and saw Penny on the back of the sofa. Penny’s a little broad for that perch, but I suppose she was driven to it because I won’t open the blinds, and it’s the best way for her to look out the front door. It’s freaking hot; I’m not about to invite the sun inside. I took a quick shot before she jumped down. Only when I uploaded it did I realize that I missed a spot when I swept the floors earlier (under the sofa).
That tuft of stuffing is left over from the horrible carnage I walked into last night after I took my eyes off the dogs for ten minutes.
See, Lisa? You’re not the only one with photos of dead things on the dog trail.
RIP, toy from Aunt Debby.
:::screams:::
You do well to fear the mighty power of The Compound dogs.
Eek!
RIP surely means Rest In Pieces for this go around…
Funny! I think you are right.
Been there done that. Once Mlle. Renee unstuffs a stuffed toy she will return the carcass
to her toy box to chew on another day.
They would love to keep this carcass to chew on! I had a lamb that got chewed to nothing but the “Milk Bone” tag. But I figured I’d better go ahead and toss this one so Penny didn’t learn bad habits.
reminds me of when we decorated Harleys crate with the remains of his first massacre at his new home
Ha ha–Harley’s trophy room!
Interesting… how do the Compound dogs feel about clowns?
I’m sure they’d rip them apart…to defend you, of course.