Westin's First Casualty

I had a completly different blog planned for today. A blog all about our upcoming honeymoon, to be exact.

As I was sitting here typing, I could hear Westin chewing on one of his toys at my feet.

A simple concept, right?

So it was to my surprise when I stood up to find this:

Yes, he had finally done it. Not only was he chewing on his poor little blue puppy, but he had, in fact, torn the poor thing to shreds.

Stuffing was everywhere, and Westin sitting there staring at me, squeaker and all in his mouth.

Because of this, poor little blue puppy made his way to the garbage can. . .

I suppose it's about time to buy him some more toys. Maybe some without stuffing in them.

And don't worry, you will be able to read all about our upcoming trip . . . tomorrow.