While I was away (I've been gone for about a week, in case you didn't notice), my husband was in charge of our German Shepherd, who I affectionately call, The Beast. The Beast is a most destructive character. My husband made the mistake of letting him roam around the house without a leash.
The Beast found our footstool pig. Several years ago, my husband bought this thing from our neighbor's garage sale. It was a most preposterous thing, but it soon became a well-loved part of the family. Well, the dog decided to chew off its eyeballs.
I came home and found an eyeless pig with a broken leg . It was a sad sight. The dog of course, was banished to his crate. Again.
(We did find a good use for the dog, though. We found that he has a talent for catching and killing flies. So I guess we'll keep him.)