Zach Attacks

Zach is the youngest of my three dogs, so it’s no surprise that he’s the most curious. You can’t blame him for instincts bred into his pedigree. He’s a retriever. He brings things back. When Zach is outside, he brings things back to my patio. It’s covered with palm fronds that he’s ripped off my sable palm. He’s brought branches twice his size into the patio. Sometimes he digs things up and brings them to the patio. There’s half of a rusty barbell weight that some previous owner left outside. I’ve been hear seven years and never noticed it, but Zach found it and brought it to the patio. In addition to digging and retrieving, Zach likes to chew. He’s previously chewed through the power cable...

Zach

. This used to be Zach, my Golden Retriever. I should’ve known then that he’d be trouble. Since chewing up this stupid toy fllp-flop (Shannon bought it, not me), he’s proceeded to destroy other things. He’s eaten holes right into the drywall in my bedroom hallway. He’s eaten the bottom part of my wooden fence to escape the tyranny of the back yard. He’s eaten bathroom rugs, and even the bricks of my fireplace. Meet Zach, the Destroyer.