I know that most of my posts have been about dogs and kitchens lately. Sorry about that, but that is my life right now. A new dog and a new kitchen, and neither of them is perfect yet. The kitchen is nearing completion, they tiled the backsplash yesterday and all the plumbing is done. The dog, however, is another story. Pee free in the house is the ideal, and she is almost there. Other than wanting desperately to pee on our bed, Scout has been perfect in the pee department. Not so in the chewing department. Yesterday she chewed a hole in one of Mark's decorative pillow cases and in the bed spread that goes along with it. She's holey hell with the chewing. Just the other day I walked into the living room to find bits of white wire spread across the floor. There, hanging from the USB port on Mark's computer, was his iPhone charging cord... or what was left of it. Seriously, I found some of it in Scout's poop later in the day. But wait, there's more! As I was sitting at my computer last night, I was lulled into complacency by the sound of Miss Scout chewing away on a rawhide strip behind me. Hmm... and then I remembered, I hadn't given her a rawhide strip. I spun around to see her chewing away on a Schick, double blade, disposable razor. I was horrified as she gnawed on the business end of that thing. Prying her mouth open, I feared the worst. Blood, a sliced tongue, maybe her lips shaved off her face. But no, she was fine, and she was a bit perturbed that I had taken away such a delicious and chewy find.