Toby destroyed my alarm clock today. I found it in many small pieces, hands stripped off, face chewed, numbers removed.
I don't like the thing, either, but really! Lately, he has become a real slug in the morning, sometimes I have to literally drag him out of bed to go outside for his morning potty. The World's Laziest Lab (well, not really, he was plenty busy today, between the clock and two picture frames that got munched). He's certainly become like we are - emphatically NOT a morning, ahem, person (?). He seemed particularly put out when the alarm went off at 6 AM today. Monday mornings are rough on all of us. But, geez, I've managed to refrain from breaking the d*mn thing as much as I have sometimes wished to hurl it out the window. Somehow, I need to get it into his head that I have to go work if he expects to be kept in food, toys, collars, etc... and if he keeps destroying stuff, I'll have to work that much more! And being late, well, that won't help matters at all.