Life with Alice

We have so much to learn.

Recent losses to Alice include:
--shoes
--books
--crayons (poop the rainbow!)
--tiny, tiny, tiny Playmobile vet kit (oh, the irony!)

Here's the scene of her crime against literature:

That's Shel Silverstein, Beverly Cleary, and Bunnicula. Either she has good taste, or they taste good.

And you've already seen what she can do when left alone with shoes.

One of the very first toys we got her was a super-tough stuffed lobster (we got it in Maine, naturally).  She finally conquered the lobster, after quite a long time of working on it; here she is, proud of her handiwork:

So I decided to restuff it (adding some fleece fabric in the carapace):

Her response:

With those paws crossed, doesn't she look pleased with herself?  Maybe something like "you have grossly underestimated my capacity for destruction" is her thought here?

She can be chill; here's a shot of a pretty typical morning:

But now that I examine the photographic evidence, Lucy is reading the Shel Silverstein book that Alice would later go on to chew (see above).  Maybe she's not relaxed here, but rather, harboring seething resentment against Shel for distracting Lucy from her.

Anyway, we are working on giving Alice appropriate outlets for her energy, including regular visits to the Social Pup, our awesome local doggy daycare.

And also, we're working on her first film (dogs in this house are required to become famous).  Here's her first internet meme reel:

http://cuteoverload.com/2014/10/30/alice-just-cannot-be-leaf-it/

And if that's not funny enough, Jake also got it Benny-Hill-ified:

http://bennyhillifier.com/?id=GC9fMdTUsng

Have a happy day.  May your dog only destroy things you wanted to have destroyed.