Report on the "Fenway Doesn’t Get Crated During the Day Experiment".

Yesterday (Day One) phone call from mrs tbogg-

TB:  So, how’d he do?

MTB: Remember how you wanted to get a new chair for your desk?

TB:…….

MTB: Well, he chewed off one of the arms. The one that was kind of split. Maybe you should stop at Staples on the way home. The arm was kind of all over the place.

Today (Day Two):-

TB: And…? How’d he do?

MTB: Well…the other chair arm is pretty much gone. And one of your prescription bottles is destroyed. I don’t think he ate any, they’re just kind of scattered all over the floor. I don’t think he was after the pills.

The good news is that Fenway’s cholesterol is probably way down. The bad news is that my blood pressure is going up.

 Here are the boys. Beckham in jail under the bed (where Fenway belongs). Fenway lounging (probably stoned). Fenway meets another dog and seems startled (I blame the drugs).

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On the next episode of Life With The Idiot Dogs: conceding the loss of territorial dominance of the bed, the tboggs purchase a king-size to be delivered on Saturday. Much barking, excitement, and anxiety about change is expected.

The dogs find it interesting too.