No more pocket money for me...

I just couldn't resist the allure of L's rubber flip flop (alas they were her favourite ones). They were just there saying 'go on, have a little chew, you know you want to!'

This was the end result...



Also I was a bit bored the other night and thought I would see what I could siphon in to my crate. When C came down in the morning I had an impressive stash of:

• L's waterproof jacket (including a rip to the front and back) - that took me a while to get it all inside the crate, phew!
• My collar (now with a chewed buckle that won't close)
• My lead (still intact)