Oh no... he doesn’t chew ~things~. He breaks into food.
He tipped over the dog food bin.. ~again~.
And it’s not like I didn’t think of it. I brought him out with me, but the door wasn’t latched and he pushed it open.
The rubbermaid bin is not secure enough, but then if we made it more secure, there’s always the garbage, or the refrigerator. He needs to be crated when alone. He can’t be trusted as far as I can throw him. And as stout as he is, I can’t throw him very far at all. ;~)
I caught him in the act and kicked his butt, best I could. He’s a drama queen too, so he bellers and screams like I’m killing him just dragging him back to the scene of the crime.
LOL...poor Barkly, Did he eat enough to bloat him up like that one time:)...I’ll never forget that picture...I thought for sure he would have exploded.
Becky