Since the first day of bringing Aries home, she has been very destructive. Aries would destroy any piece of paper (receipts, napkin, paper towels, toilet paper, etc) that she could reach. At first, she couldn't reach that much, now she has perfected the art of standing on her back legs and swiping things off the counters with her long arms. Our puppy trainer would tell me numerous times, after I was done complaining about the latest shoe or electrical cord Aries had destroyed that week, that Aries would grow out of the destroy phase. Well, she's 17 months old now and she still loves to destroy stuff just as much, if not more, as she did when she was 4 months old.
So when she woke me up in the morning with her persistent whining and pawing I should have known better then to just open the bedroom door and let her wander the house while I curled back up on the bed trying to catch a few more minutes of sleep.
This is what I saw when I walked out to the living room only five minutes later:
Notice her bed in the far background, dragged up onto the chair, with the top ripped open.
*Sigh* Cleaning up is a huge part of owning a Dalmatian.
"What? Nine---ninety-nine! Oh, where did they all come from?" -101 Dalmatians (1961)
