sometimes when the dogs behave so well and are sweet and loving to us and each other, i can't imagine parting with biscuit. then some days...i could give both of them away. right now they're outside because i didn't want to deal with them fighting in the house. just a little while ago, i shoved them outside amid a gutteral tirade of "bad dog"'s, after they had found a paper towel roll and torn it to shreads on the loveseat. luckily, it was almost empty anyway. that before that, biscuit had brought in and chewed up a foreign object that looked suspiciously like a turd. i decided it was just a muddy chunk of wood. not too long ago, we discovered that somebody had chewed up the printer power cord. lucky for the culprit (::cough cough:: biscuit), it wasn't plugged in. and the power cord to the laptop charger, which is near the printer cord, was chewed also. fortunately, my dad was able to splice the printer cord and repair the other cord. i'm wondering if we'll ever be able to find people who want a fat, masticating cocker spaniel that exacts his revenge through piles of poo on the carpet.