JACK....Not the Couch!!!!

Can you tell I get really bored when mom's not here. OK really this is moms fault. She thought she could trust me for an hour while she went shopping for some chew toys for me. When she came home she was not happy...I could tell. 

She now has a pet name for the couch...she calls it the Frankenstein couch.  

This picture shows you what she came home to...sort of. She started to clean up and took the cover off the cushion before she grabbed her camera. But you get the idea. She came home to a living room full of snow...I thought she would like it because she's been saying she can't wait for the snow.

 

 I did feel bad when I realized she was mad at me. Here's a close up to the hole I chewed in her couch.

This was her fix. I think she did a great job and she just flipped the cushion around so you can see the hole. No big deal....mom fixed it like she fixes everything.

 Couch is back to normal!!!!!


 This is mom:
I know Jack is still a puppy at heart but the chewing thing has to stop at some point. Jack has gotten to the couch two more times. He chewed on a second cushion which could not be flipped to hide the damage. You really can't tell from the picture but Jack ripped the cushion from one end to the other.

Next he got a hold of the seat cushion. There was no fixing this one...I just flipped it over and made sure he couldn't break back into the living room. 

This is why I so lovingly called this the Frankenstein Couch. Jack destroys it...I put it back together. I was planning on getting a new couch but have put that purchase on hold. I think I will make sure Jack is out of his chewing stage before I spend money on a new couch. 

So the Frankenstein Couch has to stay a little longer.

Just one taste...Please!

I've been living with mom for about 4 months now and I think I've figured out the most important place to sit. Right under mom's legs when she is eating.

Mom normally eats at the coffee table and if I lay right under her legs I get to clean up anything that might get dropped. I was really hoping she would drop an Oreo down to me but there was no luck.

This is mom:
I think the picture says it all:)

BAD DOG

  Mom caught me. I was trying to eat the evidence but I couldn't chew fast enough.

 See mom likes to block me into the kitchen using this wooden gate. Well I think I should be able to run all over the house and decided to rip the gate out of the wall and chew it into little pieces. Now try to put the gate back up, mom! Bet you can't!

 Oh, No...caught in the act.

I'm sorry mommy. Don't be mad....I just get so bored when your not home. This is my way of entertaining my self. I'm sorry mommy.

This is mom:
Well Jack has definitely tested me. This is actually the second time he has torn the fence out of the wall. The first time he only ripped it out of the wall....this time he ripped it out of the wall and chewed it to pieces. So now I have a kitchen table turned on its side and a folding table on it's side blocking the entrance from the kitchen to the living room. 

So far so good....Jack can't figure out how to break through this barrier.