Last night I came home to find another section of the wall torn to pieces by Maximus Oreo Opfar... It was about 3 times larger than the last chew-fest. I thought we had an aggreement Max. I took you on a long walk and you don't eat your way to an early grave. (Dug by me)
Is it bad that I am more upset that I failed than that he actually did it? I thought I knew Max and how to handle his puppiness. I have no idea what my next step will be. This morning I just covered the area with Max's Mickey blanket and called it good. It is nice that he does not chew up my shoes, wires or anything else that could be much worse.