I was all excited to come home today with a new, seemingly indestructible toy for Buster to play with: a ball made out of Kong material.
After Buster had been messing with it for about 5 minutes while laying on our less-than-one-year-old, most-expensive-thing-we’ve-ever-bought-that-doesn’t-have-a-motor-or-provide-shelter couch, I noticed this:
Couch stains. I panicked. Hubs is going to destroy me. I promptly took the ball away, and banished it to the mantel where dog toys go to die.
And tonight, I will be going to Target to shop for one of these:
Life is so hard, amiright?
- Disclaimer: The gnome on the fireplace is an inside joke. And by inside joke, I mean makes me cry a lot, on the inside.
- Double disclaimer: Buster doesn’t destroy anything except his own toys. It’s just that when he destroys them, he ends up ingesting plastic and/or stuffing if we don’t watch him closely. He’s basically well-behaved otherwise. I’m not a bad dog parent I swear.