Ddog was a cunt as a pup.
Did all the usual chewing of phones, wires, shoes, a wallet with £300 in it including shredding £140 worth of the notes, pissed on my bed, pissed in the living room, robbed food blah blah blah.
But the worst thing ever, and I have told this before was StomaGate.
Dh had a stoma for a few years. Had a bin in the bathroom, bags wrapped in the special bag, dropped in the bin, bin emptied once a day.
Doing the cleaning one day upstair, pup (about 9 months old) downstairs. I get a strong whiff of poo. Downtools and go downstairs, check kitchen (back door open anyway for pup), no poo so go back upstairs. Can still smell poo. Check bedrooms and bathroom for phantom poo. No poo. Can hear pup playing happily in living room. Go back downstairs and check living room.
Found pup happily killing a used stoma bag 🤮🤮🤮. Shit everywhere. Up the cream walls, the cream curtains, the white nets, the cream lampshade, the fucking ceiling rose, the (luckily) leather sofa, the carpet, the rug, all over the bastarding pup, her paws, her fucking whippety nose where she had had it in the stoma bag.
4 hours or so it took to clean. 2 bottles of zoflora. A fuckton of carpet cleaner.
Shes still a snidey fucker now. Will eat shit if given the chance. But nothing she will ever do will beat StomaGate.
Twat that she is.