Today, out of guilt for having neglected her for essentially the last month, I decided to give her full reign of the house while we were at work (and yes, you may read this as me taking full responsibility - Josh was decidedly against the idea).
Her first time out of the kennel, almost like a child's first day of kindergarten! Only, if Ollie had been my child at her first day of kindergarten, I would have gotten nasty calls from the teacher about her behavior...the kindergarten equivalent of which would have been destruction of the teacher's desk. The equivalent in the dog and home scenario? Ollie ate our couch.
Now, please, somebody share a story equal in horror to make me feel better about this sad situation.
RIP pretty brown couch.
