Uh-oh!

Uh-oh!
Oh No!
Crash!
It's broken!
Look what happened!
Stormy! (aka the bad dog)

Don't you just love when you hear those.  Too me it means one thing.  Something will need to be replaced.  Perhaps it is junk (cross fingers) or something valuable (*@%>).  Either way it seems to be a constante lately in our home. 
I think I just about had enough when I was in the bedroom and I heard the sound of breaking glass on floor.  That is never a good one!  Then I heard the sound of little feet up the stairs and "mommy don't be mad at daddy."  Great.  What can that mean?  Must be something I have treasured and bought to enjoy.

Then from the bedroom I hear the sound of glass going into a trashcan.  As I am told, "he didn't mean to break your plate!"

Now it hits me.  Must be one of the plates of a collection of FOUR (not a collection of one but a collection of FOUR) on the kitchen wall that I have enjoyed pre-mommyhood bought for my enjoyment!! MINE!!!!!

Sadly, it is one of the the four.  So now I have THREE.  Doesn't quite look right.  Missing one like missing a tire on a bike.  The sulking begins (but I will stalk EBAY)

Next day...

From the bedroom.

Loudly stated from husband "Stupid Psycho Dog~!"

Uh. Oh.
Can't be good.  We have already seen our living room carpet  that she has decided need her claws to dig at while we are away. 

I go upstairs.  I see a large hole.  I see what is actually under the carpet and foam!  I see alot of it in fact.  I turn to the left, I see carpet remains and bits of foam.
Really?  What was she thinking?  I know what I was thinking.  This is a mess.  We will have to get new carpet but how can we because she is still psycho and still lives with us.

Then I hear, mom- Vitaly is in the paint!  The craziness continues..