I know he looks like he wouldn’t hurt a fly. Pogo is undeniably cute. But if you don’t remember the first time Pogo and I met, it involved the complete ruin of an expensive handbag of mine and a jealous battle for attention in the family. My underwear was in fact dragged out through the doggie door and into the backyard at one stage.
Within 24 hours of arriving in Albury for Christmas, this little puppy destroyed my havianas thongs and has stolen the lens cap of my camera, so I need to buy a new one.
He also started to destroy another pair of my shoes, but luckily my brother saved them.
But he does the sad puppy eyes thing so well that mum gets angry at me (apparently I shouldn’t leave my shoes on the floor, I should KNOW to put them up on the old cat scratching pole or on the bookshelf so Pogo won’t be tempted)… and he gets away scot free.
The world is not a very fair place!