Grrrrr . . .

Scrubs ate one of Isaac's puzzle pieces yesterday. I walked into the laundry room and he jumped up and zipped right into the back of his kennel leaving behind a frayed little mess of what was once a puzzle piece. I was so angry I climbed right into his kennel on my hands and knees bringing my little spray bottle of "Bitter Yuck" with me and doused that teenage pup right in the mouth!

It's becoming a bit more difficult to know where Isaac's toys are. Scrubs is basically good about leaving toys that are not his own alone, but I do try to make sure there aren't toys in areas, like the laundry room, that Scrubs sees as more of his domain. Scrubs is used to toys in the living room and dining room. But the laundry room?! Gold mine!

However Isaac is not making this easy. He has started carrying toys everywhere with him and then leaving them in strange places. I find toys in corners and on bookshelves and in my sock drawer and in the bathroom. If I find them there, Scrubs will finds them there and have a dilemma standing in front of him.

Is it worth it? I know I'll get caught. I know I'll get sprayed. But is it worth it?

I guess the puzzle piece was. Grrrr . . .