He ATE my BOOK. I still haven’t unpacked a few items from my suitcase, and while in time-out, the little bugger ate a friggin book. Is there anything he won’t touch?? ARRGHHHH. So now we have to use the crate for time-outs, which I didn’t want to do because of the negative emotions associated with it and all, but shit man.

This has been a very destructive day on his part. This morning he ripped open another pillow - the last untouched pillow on the couch. He’s been trying to get at garbage, taking off with my socks… what is WITH him? It’s not like today was any different from any other day - Den went to work, I slept in, Zeeke got fed and was taken for a walk… I just don’t get it. I even took him out on the long line to run him around (getting him to chase me and the ball) but he got bored.

I swear, some days…. arrrggghhhhhh. Oreo ate ONE SHOE in her life. One.