So I walk in the door after a long day of painting a hockey rink while completely hung over and guess what i see. My new doggy Chopper has chewed through the leash I used to tie him to the stair railing, chewed the rug, ripped up my dad's sandal into little tiny pieces of rubbery goodness, crapped in the kitchen and peed on the carpet. Isn't he
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