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.