Another day we get home, and the dog is again out... he managed to get out the window we had barely left cracked open, and ate the screen and went to our neighbors house. Our nice neighbors returned him to us. Thank you.

The last thing that dog ever ate in our possession, my roommate gave him to a friend of ours shortly after this, was twix-bars. Around halloween, you know how people have those cute cauldrons full of candy? Well, my roommate and I thought we put it up(yes we ate most of the candy...but there was still a good amount left), and we crated him, again he escaped... He was like houdini. Anyways, we get home, the cauldron is empty... the dog had devoured ALL that!!! Yes all of it! Anyways, we walked into the bedroom, he left us a nice "present" on the floor. Low and behold, there is gold wrappers.. mixed in with it, The dog pooped gold wrapper for about two days...we couldn’t help but laugh. My roommate and I could NOT believe what he had done. I thought for sure that dog was going to die. He made it. Acting like nothing bothered him at all. It was a sad day when the dog with the cast iron stomach went to our friends, but he got to spend more time outdoors, and what not. After he ate his linoleum floor, mini blinds, and some more shoes.

Well we loved this dog so we tried again, to work with him. When we were home, he managed to only get to small things, like you know the pizza rolls my roommate had left on his plate, he so nicely let us know he ate them, he had sauce all over his face. Or perhaps the occasional pair of underwear, or my flip-flops.

need to poo!