This is the third dog bed that Rusty has chewed up.  Sparky wonders why we can’t have nice things.

At 3 years old, Rusty is a boisterous teenager and I am a permissive parent.  I’m not fond of the veterinarian referring to me as Sparky or Rusty’s dad, but that’s what it feels like.  I like Rusty and think he wants to be a good dog, he just doesn’t know what to do. 

Rusty doesn’t chew on furniture and is even good about staying off of the couch, but he does chew up plastic items he finds on the ground.  So far, he’s ruined a spare collar by chewing up the buckle. 

Rusty has a war on poly-fil.  He hasn’t torn up the dog beds that have a panel of foam rubber inside, just the fluffy beds.  He’s also eviscerated Chomp-Chomp and Mr. Moose.

It’s been a week, and I haven’t heard back from Friendship APL.  I resent the intake form, and will start emailing on Monday if I still haven’t gotten a response. 

If Friendship will take Rusty, then he goes in, and Sparky gets all of the fluffy beds and Mr. Mooses I can find.  If Friendship won’t take Rusty, then I buy a post hole digger to build him a dog park.