Jack Russell Terrorist

I woke up Saturday to carnage.  As most of you know I live with a Jack Russell Terrorist named Pauly Walnuts.  (He is also known as Paul Wal because after a visit with the vet he lost the 2nd part of his name)  Pauly is known for getting into places and things and demolishing important stuff.  When he was a puppy, we came home from church to a living room that looked as if it had been covered in snow.  He had shredded an entire box of Kleenex. After Peyton got her very expensive orthopedic tennis shoes with special prescription inserts just for her feet, Pauly took it upon himself to take the inserts out and chew them and the shoes in the night while we were all asleep.  He is like a billy goat, he can climb high and eat anything.  He enjoys toys, stuffed animals eyes, electronics.....everything.  I once found him on the kitchen cabinet eating a quiche my friend Kim made.  (Side note:  Kim both I and Pauly enjoyed the quiche very much and would love to have another.)

Pauly has a way of admitting his guilt before you ever find his handy work.  He falls on the floor, belly up in front of you as if to say, "I've been a bad, bad dog."  So, I knew coming down the hall I was about to find something because he fell in front of me in his classic "I'm sorry" pose.  Something else you should know about Pauly, he loves bottled water.  I guess you could say he is a bit of a fancy dog with his selective taste for bottled water and quiche.  I turn the corner and I see water bottles strewn about the living room with lids chewed into little wads.  Apparently, in his bottled water euphoria, he decided to go for the gold on this Saturday because as I got closer to the couch I found Peyton's brand new spankies (that's bloomers for you old schoolers) for her Cheer Squad uniform laying in the floor with a giant whole in them.  WHAT....We haven't even had our first game yet, not even our first pep rally!  How did he get these out of her room and how does he always get the really important stuff?

                              Now I was really impressed that he ate a hole in her bottom in the shape of a heart(look at the photo sideways), but here is the kicker, both of my kids are setting and playing in the floor among the carnage and did not do a thing to stop him or even clean up after him!  This got my blood pressure boiling and I probably could have not given Kevin the wake up call he got with all my yelling.  Later in the day I realized that we can fix this, surely she won't be feeling the breeze with her new built in air conditioning at her first game.  Luckily I got on the computer and found a bloomer website for these things and ordered two pair.  (Yeah, we have a back up now and thank God for the Internet)  

So in the end it all worked out...just one more thing....I haven't told Peyton that I was able to order anymore, I am kind of letting her sweat it out until her first game.  SSSSHHHH! Don't tell her.