Anyways, since you already know that my husband and I have become slaves to the last couple weeks of school, this post will be dedicated to what Toby's been up to. Because yes, I'm that annoying pet blogger that you love to hate.
So just in case you were wondering what our little fur dude's favorite past times in the last little while are, here you go - all with the professional touch of my phone's camera. (Because I'm too effing lazy to put batteries and a new memory card in our piece of garbage camera.)
He eats our blinds.
No amount of bitter apple spray will keep him away from those babies.
He eats our shoes.
He eats our lotion.
And yes, it now comes out all the holes.
And that sounded a lot more awkward than I originally intended. Not that I intended it to be awkward. But, you know.
He eats our couch.
Luckily we have a couch cover. The only reason he got to this part (which is shown sideways, because Blogger is special) is because we washed our couch cover one day, and it was like unveiling a gold mine for Toby. The fact that he goes into stealth mode when he destroys our crap, doesn't help the situation either.
He eats toilet paper.
And then spreads it from Hell to breakfast.
He eats toothbrushes from the shower.
Luckily Shawn had a brand spanking new electric toothbrush neatly wrapped under the tree for me. Talk about nice timing.
He eats paper, garbage, and shoe soles.
Then won't let us sweep, because he thinks that the broom is a product of Satan.
Anyone else sense a trend?
For the love.
When he isn't massacring our house he is pretending he forgot how to go up the stairs.
And just when I'm about to sell him to the circus, he does adorable things like this:
And then, despite all his shenanigans, he graduates his puppy training class!
Even though I'm definitely not wearing makeup in this picture, I love it.
Aren't you glad I got a dog?
Anyways, I'll try to take it easy on the dog posts for the next little while. It just gets hard when you have the world's most irritating/adorable puppy. We'll get back to my regularly scheduled crack waxes and trips to the doctor in no time.
And just in case you're wondering, my husband and I just pounded a medium BBQ chicken pizza from Pizza Hut. It's almost midnight, and I think my husband just passed out on the floor.
Sleep tight, Internet.