I came home from work last night to find this:

• A bottle of red wine laying broken on the floor
• An empty formerly dog-proof container for dog food on top of the coffee table.
• A sealed gallon of water seeping on to the carpet from giant teeth marks.
• Every cardboard box in the house torn to shreads.
• All but one curtain missing
• All the couch cushions on the floor
• The comforter from my bed in the hallway.
• Vomit on the side table
• Both dogs, who normally are trying to knock down the door to greet me, sitting on the shell of my couch just hanging out. Truck’s face stained red.

It was so bad that I could not react at all. I just set my stuff down, opened the back door and went to bed. Now at 3:15 am I have to deal with this mess. Today is Truck’s birthday. I was going to throw him a party, but it seems the boys threw their own party.