My dog Lucy knew no bounds to her ability to destroy things. As a puppy, left alone while we went out to eat, she consumed most of a couch. Several years later, she chased a cow right into a metal post – a collision that led to the animal’s death (and my Dad buying said cow). As an old dog, Lucy’s appetite returned to furniture. This time, as pictured, a patio lounge met its demise. (Note her smile.) Her final act as a dog was to destroy a party. She walked into our living room during a cocktail my parents were hosting, had a stroke and spectacularly dropped dead. Buzz kill!
John Schouweiler is a writer living in California.