Yesterday we came home to an interesting suprise. Phil and the boys walk into the house to be greeted by our lab, Montana. However, he shouldn't have been able to greet them by the door because he's crated when we're at work (for his safety because he chews everything and when left outside to run he jumps the fence). Needless to say several things had been chewed:
1. Pages from the Religious Education Book I use to Teach from (plus the folder my papers are kept in).
2. Tony's tiger slipper (sorry Tony)
3. My feather pillow on my bed.
Can't be mad because it wasn't Montana's fault that he was left free to roam the house. At least he didn't chew on electrical wires and I bet he has a bit of a tummy ache to boot.