Today, she chewed the stuffing out of my antique kitchen chairs.
A few weeks ago, she destroyed two pairs of John's shoes.
When she was three months old, she chewed my new eyeglasses all to hell (before they were paid for, I might add), and let's see, what else...
I could go on, but why?
Whose ingenious suggestion was it to get a Jack Rat anyway?
Didn't we learn after Rosie, the insane and totally w/o bladder control Cocker Spaniel?
Note to self: I am NOT a dog person.