Zimmie came into my life purely by coincidence after having been dumped on the streets at 4 months old. Within a week of owning him, and
after the FIRST $280 vet bill, I realized that perhaps his original family probably just couldn't handle this unbelievably adorable
demon-muppet. He does have separation anxiety, but he likes to trip me up even more by occasionally acting like a perfect dog...just until he gets his privileges back. He might be smarter than I am sometimes. The pictures I have included are only a few of many to document his voracious appetite for chewing and destroying.
Here's a short list:
