The really sad thing? It's my son's dog. His girlfriend gave it to him for Christmas two years ago. Who takes care of the dog? Me and Tony, of course.
We had to screw his food bowl to the deck because he keeps carrying them off, including ceramic ones. Feeding him in the house doesn't work cause as soon as he is done eating, he chews on the first thing he finds. Can't tell you how many pairs of shoes he's eaten. And furniture legs. And throw pillows. But his favorite snack by far is lattice and deck boards. And the bush that used to be beside the deck. He ate that too.