Crush, Kill, Destroy

When the robot on the old TV show "Lost in Space" went bezirk it continuously repeated the words, "crush, kill, destroy." I came home from work the other day to find that the dogs had also gone bezirk and had crushed, killed, and destroyed everything that look, smelled or tasted like paper. There was a short stack of packing paper in the garage that now consisted of little bits of confetti all over the floor. Dogs! I opened the door to the living room to find more of the same. This time a poor unsuspecting magazine was absent mindedly placed in a position accessible to dogs and its fate was only slightly less than that of the packing paper. Dawgs! It's a phase, right? They'll grow out of it, right? Please tell me they will!!!!

I knew who the culprits were, so I had them sit in the middle of the mess. I needed a picture. (Perhaps the photo may be useful someday as blackmail. In the photo, Dakota is still wet from her bath, which she had to have because she was out playing in the sprinklers and dirt and was covered in mud! I'm having so much fun with these kidz!) However, Duncan was faster than the camera shutter and escaped from the picture, thereby effectively framing his sweet sister for the dastardly deed...Duncan!!!! I know where you live!