With our first B we where, let's say….........uneducated.:eek:
We where down stairs and I said to the wife, where's Max? Ah, don't know??
Ran up stairs and before I got to the top of the stairs I could see foam flying in the air, like it was shot out of the cushions of the loveseat. As I got closer all I could see was Max's butt and curly tail.........he was burried in a hole he made in the cushion of this loveseat. I mean head and shoulders down in this hole and still digging, foam peices flying.
MAX!!!!!:mad: :mad: :mad: He stops, pulls his head out of the hole, looks at me and just goes right back to digging.........got to get to China Dad.....sorry don't have time to chat.
It wasn't a new loveseat, it had been abused by my two sons as they where growing up...........but it still had some life left.:rolleyes: Needless to say the G-men took it away on trash day.:rolleyes:
We where quickly educated. I never underestimate my B's............EVER!:D