A few weeks ago, hubby and son brought home 55 pounds of trouble named Boomer. Boomer is a six months old Labrador/hound mix.
Here Boomer is resting comfortably on our bed.
Here Boomer is eating dog treats after pushing over the box.
Here Boomer is digging for moles in our backyard. He tracks mud all over the house when he comes inside.
Boomer loves to chew things. Here Boomer is chewing my son’s athletic sock.
But the dog poop really hit the fan when I heard him munching on hard plastic.
This is the mangled remains of my son’s bottom retainer. Retainers cost about $150 each. Boomer was very picky about which retainer he chose to chew on. He passed on the upper one that was already damaged and needed replaced anyway.
“It’s your fault!” my son shouted at me when he got home from school. (“The Blame Game” is our favorite family game.) “I shut the door to my room and you left it open!”
In fact, I had left the door open after I went in his room to gather laundry.
“It’s your fault!” declared hubby looking at my son when he came home from work. “You should have put your retainer in the case!”
“It’s your fault!” I said to my husband. “You wanted the dog, and I told you I did not have time to take care of it during the day!”
In the heat of the argument, Boomer sat calmly chewing a dog toy.
Boomer is our own personal version of Marley. A dog like no other.