Why I love my dog

Yeah, I know - ANOTHER pooch post. But this one is about Indiana the Obnoxious Puppy, not Korben the Broken Wonder Dog.

I've been having a hard time for the last couple days. I'm not going to go into it right now, but it's been rough. Enter Indiana, resident clown. He's been pretty trustworthy lately, so I didn't have many qualms about leaving him alone in the living room for a short time. This is what I came back to see:

I swear this isn't posed. The little idiot actually had it hanging out of his mouth like that and a "Who - ME???" expression.

In the space of 10 minutes, he managed to find and shred an entire roll of paper towels. He also managed to find one of my socks and the cats' toy squeaky mouse and return those to his nest as well:


Normally I'd have killed the little blighter. But right then, I needed a laugh so much, and he delivered. He must have thought he was the luckiest dog in the world.