He's Fired!

Remember how li'l Ripper learned to fetch the newspaper for me each morning?

Last Sunday,  I was a little distracted and forgot to take the paper off him once he brought it into the house, which is something I normally do.

An hour or two later, it was time for Grandma C to read the paper, and it was nowhere to be found.

Eventually, we followed a trail of shredded plastic wrapper and found the chewed up paper out in the front yard.

 

A trail of shredded plastic

A chewed-up end

The damage, and the shadow of the culprit

Proud of his handiwork - and living up to his name

All is forgiven, as a dog's gotta do what a dog's gotta do. 

Here's two pics of him enjoying a bone today.

He's found a shady spot out of the Spring sunshine to enjoy his bone

Speaking of bones, over the 6 months or so since we've had him, Ripper has thoroughly explored our yard and we often find him chewing over old, dirty bones which had been buried in various parts of our yard by good old Flemington.


Here's the most recent one Ripper found, another legacy from Flem.