As most of you know, we live with our in-laws. Their dog died awhile back and they live in the country, so they decided to get a new "guard" dog. I'm not exactly sure if that's the right term to use with him. I would say overly large puppy would fit him a little better. So far, he has eaten the door frame practically off the hinges because he was scared of being outside ALONE. He eats everything, tin cans, potting soil, actual plants in pots, shoes, beer cans, beer bottles, wood, animal carcasses, coolers, you get the point here. Well, it was storming the other night and we felt really awful about leaving him outside in the rain. We were only going to be gone 2-3 hours at the most. He sleeps inside at night and he had been outside all day, so we assumed he would rest comfortably inside knowing he was dry and warm! NOT THE CASE, we came back to find he had destroyed the bed he sleeps in every night. WTF dog?? Why would you tear up your $200 bed??
We walk a little further to discover he removed the trash can from under the desk and attempted to rummage through it. There was nothing worth anything in the trash, so he ate the rug. Wow, way to go Poley.
Bless his soul, he was really sad about his bed. When he was ready to go to bed, he just keep looking at it and then looking at us... basically asking us to fix it. I just put all the stuffing back on it and didn't really clean it up. He would go over there for a sniff or two...then he started pawing it.. trying to put it back together. I really felt sorry for him, but I couldn't help but laugh. He finally realized we weren't going to do anything. So, he got in it and went night night. We made him suffer for a week or two. He now has a new bed... a $15 dollar bed thats leopard print! He's gonna be gay!
So, we went to Memphis to ring in the New Year with D, BFF, Ash and Dan. Good times were had by all, even me anxiety ridden and all!! i actually did really good. So good, we are going to Memphis this upcoming weekend!! 
I attempted to act like I was 20 again. I asked Dan to buy us a drink. I meant like a crown and coke or some adult beverage of that sort. Instead, he comes back with irish car bombs. So, I handled it like the 26 year old I am. I took it like a champ...then died. Thanks Dan!
To top off the night, there was this nice girl who decided to go barefoot in the bar. No she didn't.... Why would she? She did. I had to take a pic. Sorry it's not better, but the irish car bomb was doing the focusing here. If you haven't noticed, she has a friend who wore pants just like her. Too bad the friend looked like crap in the pants. At least she didn't take off her shoes though. Way to go girl. Way to use your brain.
