When is a sock not a sock?

When it is stuffed w/a plastic bottle and then knotted shut, it then transforms itself into a dementia-inducing, crackling, chewable toy.

This has lasted for months and still keeps him completely preoccupied.

I thought, a nice little cute shot of The Pugly before bedtime would be a nice way to round off the day. Then he went and pi**ed all over the floor.

Cuteness very quickly evaporated along w/my patience when my knee popped (old rugby injury) while I was trying to pull him from under the bed, where he goes to hide when he's been a malo perro, and knows he's in for a good scolding.

Ay Ay Ay!