So I took him to the vet, and the vet did an x-ray and there was a 'mass' in his bowels. Basically a small obstruction. Well, it finally came out, and I was so excited to hear my boy was okay. My excitement quickly turned to humiliation when my vet came out to the waiting room, dangling a pair of rainbow superwoman thongs- 'Are these yours?' Well, I still haven't gotten Torre back for that one.

Another time, I was in the shower and this is at my old apartment, before I lived in a house. Torre was trying to get outside and we had a big wooden door. In the 20 minutes I was in the shower, Torre managed to DIG through my oak front door with his sharp little nails and make it outside. He was just laying on the porch when I found him. Like it was perfectly normal to get 208 splinters just to get out to the porch.

He seemed to have a problem with me showering for a while. Another "while you were showering, mommy" story- Torre got into the kitty litter box (he had done this before, but I thought he'd learned his lesson after getting the hood stuck on his head and running around the apartment, bashing into everything and falling down the stairs- Boy was I wrong). I heard him doing something out there, but thought "Oh, I'm sure he's just playing with his new toys". I got out of the shower, all fresh and clean, and opened the bathroom door. I looked around, and, not seeing Torre, stepped out onto the hard woods. Right on  my rear I went. Torre had eaten as much cat poo as he could, then promptly threw it up outside the bathroom door. And I sat right in it. I didn't get him back for that one either, and it grosses me out to this day. When I finally got back out of the shower and stopped dry heaving, I found Torre sitting on the couch looking straight ahead. He wouldn't even look at me for days. I swear he was like "You're gross, kitty poo butt, get away from me".

Torre has always been pretty destructive. He has never acted his age. He's a perpetual hyperactive puppy with a bad case of separation anxiety and a touch of a bad attitude. He's almost 8 years old this year, and I've had him for 7 of those. In those 7 years, he has knocked over countless people with his 'crotch jumps', broken one plate-glass window by jumping through it to 'greet' me when I came home, gotten into DOZENS of garbage cans (his favorite is coffee grinds) and one time he even knocked an old man into our busy street because he was 'walking through our yard' (big mistake, and since then, the yard has been fully fenced). He's been kicked out of the two 'obedience' classes I tried to make him agree to, and more than one person has suggested that if he had not found me, no one else would have kept him (although he could probably say the same about me- so it's good we found each other;)

Anyway, that's some more - hope you add it to the site ! He's my sweet, sweet love, and I love seeing other people enjoy their dogs like we do ours

hmmm. what to destroy?