Inspection

 

How dare you ask such a question

"Me, chewing on the door!?! I, pfft, I'm offended you would even say that!"

I feel them watching me...

 

"What? Who's there!?!"

 

 "Show yourself!"

 

It wasn't me

"The cheese wrapper was here before I sat down."

"The cat did it..."

I feel pretty, oh so pretty

Before I was able to get the camera out, Mater actually had it wrapped around his mouth. I'm not sure how he managed it, but I'm beginning to get concerned. I think Mater is questioning his sexuality...

"Excuse me, do you mind??"

"Don't hate me because I'm beautiful..."

Meet Mater

Everyone, meet Mater. He is the worst dog I have ever owned. He always makes me wonder, just what the hell I was thinking when we decided to get him. But for some reason, I love the stupid dog. I'm still trying to figure out why.

With him, every day there's something. He destroys something, eats something, scratches or breaks something. We wanted a nice family dog, instead, we got Captain Distruct-o.

Like yesterday morning. He had nice big bowl of food for breakfast, then helped himself to a little snack. Dryer sheets. Yum! While I was in the shower, he apparently decided he wasn't quite full yet, and proceeded to pull the Christmas lights off the front window, and eat them. Yum! Last night as I rehashed the day of Mater's snacks with my husband, I jokingly said that I should start a blog dedicated to his wonderful behavior. Because people like pictures of stupid dogs, and he certainly provides enough material. We laughed, and that was the end of it. 

Until this morning....

Yup, that's my dog. With a trash can lid stuck around his head. He had shoved his head so far down into the trash, that his head got stuck. Welcome, to the misadventures of a bad dog....