Wednesday, January 25, 2012

I live with a Monster....his name is Bronx


Its so hard to be mad at this adorable face. However, sometimes, in the spur of the moment I could tie him to a kite and let the wind carry him away. Not that anyone has ever made a kite big enough to carry a 90lb dog...but you get the point.

I went on a organizing spree (I'm not finished yet. Pictures to come when its complete) this past weekend and Bronx decided to "help" me instead of lay around and be lazy like a good puppy should.

Within 2 hours this is what my "Monster" managed to accomplish:

- Ate 3 manila file folders (within like 20 seconds)
- Ate 1 large spool of ribbon
- Chewed the corner of a plastic file box
- Pulled BOTH blankets out of his kennel.
- Drug every.single.toy out of the basket.
- Attempted to eat a box of staples.
- Knocked over an entire shelf of decorations with his massive tail.

With my type A personality and my tendency to be a neat freak (about certain things) I was over the top! I was so tore up about all the mess that I didn't even think about taking pictures! Bronx usually doesn't tear up anything he knows he isn't suppose to have/touch but I guess with massive piles of crap all over the floor he figured it was a free for all.

And might I add that he wasn't even in the room with me for the entire two hours!
So with that being said..... I am soooo NOT ready for children....here's your sign! Ha!
Maybe I'll wait a few more years!

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