no pet rat :-(

hello nice reederz its dennis the vizsla dog well i gess i wont be getting a littl rat frend ennytime soon today dada found the rat in a trap on the floor in the garaj it was the trap from one of the beems in the seeling where pooh bear used to walk now the rat was using them to get arownd like an elevatd sidewawk its pretty neet to be able to wawk in the rafters ill have to see if i can get up there sumtime ennyway dada put the rat in the trash he didnt even let me lik it a littl bit oh well maybe next time ill find the rat on the floor before dada duz i just hav to be kwiker than him ok thats it for now bye bye

Dennis’s Diary of Destruction

So it’s been a while since I posted any actual destruction here on Dennis’s Diary of Destruction … now that he’s crated while we’re gone, his opportunities for mischief are greatly reduced. Still, this week he managed to chew up a couple of things:

  • A copy of Tastes of Italia, because any magazine with that many great Italian recipes in it must taste pretty good itself. (He’s actually still trying to steal that issue off the desk as I type this.)
  • A pen. He was probably planning to write a letter to The Honest Kitchen apologizing for the “Green … Stuff” post.
  • My wife’s slippers. Now, this is nothing unusual for Dennis, but these particular slippers are ones that she lost a while ago. I just found them yesterday under the bed, while I was flipping the mattress. I retrieved them, washed them, and put them on my wife’s feet still (warm from the dryer) while she was snoozing on the remains of the chaise lounge. The very next morning, Dennis chewed them up.