Since this cold snap my GSP has been making my garage his home. He found the my pillows and effd them to pieces. He found my wood pucks for the Bradley, all 5 different flavors opened and spread every which way, I have no way of knowing which wood is which, so its going to be a random several batches of smoked goodness. The new Traeger grill requires different wood, little pellets, yup you guessed it he grabbed that bag off the shelf about 3 ft off the ground, and I came home to little wooden pellets strewn across the entire damn garage floor, like he was having some confetti party.
This morning it was a bag of seeds off of the top of the deep freeze, he spread the seeds around, and put the empty bag in the damn garbage can, was like he was trying to fix his naughtiness...haha
damn dogs, how can I be full of so much anger with them, and yet love the heck out of these little sonsabitches.