Vandalism in the Nannyhood

This morning started off as normal. The hubby and I rushing around to get out the door on time for work, with the dog  my little sweet baby following me around from room to room. Now it has always just been an understanding that the last person out the door puts the "baby" in his kennel, and the last one out the door is usually the hubby.

Well.....the hubby forgot in all of his rushing this morning and left the "baby" out to roam around the house free and unsupervised. AND we had someone coming by to do some work inside the house for us today. AND the "baby" thinks he a 200 pound attack dog.

When I walked through the door this afternoon and saw the "baby" roaming around free I knew the first thing to do was check on the guy doing the work....you know....to see if he had been attacked. Well turns out the "baby" only shows off when his parents are home. He had been perfectly fine all day with this guy until we got home then he decided he was that 200 pound attack dog and started barking at him like he'd never seen him before! Nice try baby, nice try.

Next thing to do was to look for my flip flops. For some reason he likes to chew the strap off of just one, and only if we're gone. Well I found my flip flops and sure enough.....one of the straps was chewed in half......and only on one of the shoes.

Guess I can't complain too much, there were other shoes that weren't touched and he did choose the cheapest thing in the house to chew up.

Good thing he's so cute!