Ginger the Homewrecker

We're up in Sydney for the last few days, which means the wolfies get to stay with my mum. On the plus side, it's completely enclosed in 6 foot colourbond steel, so it's safe. On the negative, mum's not a big dog person, so they have to spend the night outside, not inside with the Humans, and they have a nicer yard to wreck.

And true to form, within 12 hours of leaving them there, I was getting text messages telling me, "my backyard is a war zone."

Ginger....



No, don't make those sappy brown puppy eyes at me... I know what you did..





Ack, ok, looks like we're going to have to go to the evidence instead...

See Exhibit A:



Brand new bed, barely a month old. It's stuffing pulled out.

Exhibit B:



And Exhibit C, D, E, F and G!!!!

 




And tell me... do I really want to know what you were doing with this?! Drains to unblock? I repeat.. do I want to know?!

No, no, no, don't tell me.

Arrrrgh!!!!