The nice thing about having a face like this is that you can chew up your Mom's glasses, her hearing aid, and her underwear, destroy three pairs of shoes and one brand-new set of slippers, rip up the carpet, scratch up the glass doors, growl at the nice lady next door, terrorize the cats and steal their food, unearth and chew through the contents of a (disgusting) bathroom wastebasket, and at the end of the day, all you do is pull out that little Love Me Do face and you're Mama's little boy again.
Comes in quite handy, yep.
LOL. Seriously ... brings back memories of Brewster as a puppy. And as an adolescent. And as a young adult ... Sigh. He didn't really grow out of that destructive phase until maybe 3ish. I still remember vividly the day I came home to find my doormat a pile of threads and a quarter of my blinds shredded on the floor.
Have fun with Mr. Destructive, and remember to put everything out of his reach! ;-)
Posted by: Tara | February 06, 2009 at 09:09 AM
I forgave mine for the first 4 years, but no more. Now I say hateful things to them.
(And I would NEVER forgive them for a hearing aid!)
Posted by: Monica | February 06, 2009 at 10:18 AM