What a mess!

Oh Staci, you brought back so many terror filled memories! He!He!He!

Drake used to be the demolition doggy. No joke. He destroyed something everyday. One night, I came back from my sorority meeting and Drake had gotten up on my desk (weighing about 60 lbs) and shredded over $500.00 worth of my college text books! Only one week later, he got into Andrew's and made a shredded feast out of them. He killed everything from rolls and rolls of wraping paper, to Andrew's field boots. Throw pillows and blanks, furniture and even the seat in Andrew's old car! Thank God we were in College and all of our furniture were hand-me-downs. Andrew got a new car right after graduation. One time, he chewed a pair of sandals that I bought on vacation from paris. I remeber crying almost everytime he destroyed something. I would tell Andrew that Drake was his dog!

He doesn't destroy like he used to anymore. He has gotten into the trash a few times, but that is my fault. The chewing days are over for us!