Woodrow the Weirdo.
This dog sits in the craziest positions. (Note his front legs behind his back legs)
And he farts louder than a sumo wrestler who just ate at a Mexican buffet.
But despite how funny he may be, he's also a pain in my rear.
I got this picture text from my husband the other day. It's the farm office.
The heinous redecorating job is courtesy of the aforementioned dog.
I assumed he got a hold of a bunch of papers from the trash.
But upon further review, I realized it is a bunch of stuffing.
How do I know this? Because my husband never cleaned up the mess.
He left it there for me to find the next day.
I tried to figure out where in the world it came from.
Then I found this. An empty pillow.
Woodrow may have been doing me a favor. Because now that I look at the pillow, it really is pretty ugly.
I was going for the whole "southwest" look.
When I went to get the broom and dust pan to sweep up the mess ... I found more puppy destruction.
To top it all off, I had to make an emergency run to the store over the weekend because Woody officially chewed up every pair of socks and underwear I own. And I hate to do laundry, so I had a lot for him to destroy.
It's about time we ship this furball off to obedience school.