Just a few days shy of Bronx's 3rd birthday I bragged to my husband about what a good dog he was. I went on and on about how awesome it was that he didn't inherit the "chew everything" gene, like most labs.
Just a few days shy of Bronx's 3rd birthday I found him in the living room, being far too quiet...
Meet Bronx, The Bad Puppy
(yep, that's my dress sock - sans toe)
Obviously, I wanted to blame Bronx, but being the crazy rational Momma that I am, I decided that it was really more my fault than his. He only did this after I kept putting off his afternoon walk and he hadn't had any exercise all day long - which is NOT an option with a Labrador Retriever.
I didn't let him off the hook completely though - he didn't get a bone after dinner and I made sure to show him his handy work several times before tossing the sock in the trash.
You win some, you lose some.
He's still the sweetest "Bad Puppy" I've ever seen (I'm a little biased, I know)
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